Liam's pov
I stepped into the house, and Rachel immediately confronted me. "Liam! What the fuck is wrong with you?" She yelled, her voice echoing through the hallway. I rolled my eyes and walked upstairs, trying to ignore her.
"Don't fucking walk away from me!" She yelled again, following me up the stairs. I grunted in annoyance at the sight of her face.
"You will make your health worse with your constant nagging, Rachel," I said with no emotion in my voice. She crossed her arms across her chest, tears
welling up in her eyes.
"I was worried sick, last night. You didn't come home, neither did you pick up your calls. Now, you say am nagging? " She asked in disbelief.
"When does my well being begin to matter to you huh?" I asked, my tone cold.
"Why are you acting strange? I am your wife," She replied and I laughed, the sound harsh. "You are not my wife and you can never be that to me," I said and her eyes widened.
