Sophie's Point of View

A smile stretched across my lips as the sound of footsteps echoed inside the house. I rose off the chair and ran to the entrance. There he was, Liam, my husband. We had just gotten married, and today was the first dinner we would share. Excitement coursed through me at the thought of us starting our journey together.

He hadn't been home for the past few weeks because of work. I totally understood because I'm a working woman myself, and I know how hectic things can become.

"Liam, welcome home," I said as I wrapped my arms around him. However, I was met with a strong smell of alcohol. My smile disappeared as he pushed me off him, causing me to stumble and fall on the ground, a sharp pain cutting through my back.

"Liam, what has happened to you?" I asked, my eyebrow creased and my forehead wrinkled in puzzlement. He had never behaved like this with me since we met, so what had changed today?

"Leave me the fuck alone," he snapped, his dark gaze fixed on me. "Stop being a pain in my neck." His words shocked me. Was I a pain in his neck?

I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. "Liam," I said as I rose off the ground and walked over to him. "Did I do anything wrong? Why are you behaving like this with me?" I gently held his hand in mine.

His lips curled up in disgust. "I hate it when women behave like desperate whores!" he spat, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Aren't you being too desperate for my attention?" His words hit me hard, and a sharp pang cut through my chest as my eyes locked with his.

We had just gotten married. Weren't we supposed to be on our honeymoon or spending time together? Why was he behaving like this? What had I done wrong?

Before I could process what was happening, a group of drunk men and women walked into the house, chatting and laughing loudly.

My mouth fell open at the scene in front of me. I couldn't even utter a word as Liam and his friends walked over to the dining table, sat down, and started dishing food for themselves.

"Liam, what is happening here?" I managed to force the words out, my body trembling. Was this how marriage looked? Was this going to happen for the rest of my life?

"Don't you dare create a scene in front of my friends," Liam warned, his stern gaze on me. I stumbled a step back, a chuckle escaping my lips. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I blinked them back.

"I think you are forgetting that this is my house, Liam. I will not tolerate this nonsense from a loser like you," I said, my lips trembling. I didn't mean to say it like that, but it just slipped out, and I regretted it.

Liam let out a scoff, his blue eyes piercing at me. "I'm so sorry, Miss Sophie Brown. I didn't mean to bring my friends to your big mansion," he said sarcastically. He turned to his friends. "Guys, come on, let's go. The owner of the house doesn't want us here," he yelled.

His friends started mumbling drunkenly, and in less than a minute, they were all gone, including Liam.

I ran my hands through my hair, frustration coursing through me. I didn't want to say it like that, but he pushed me to. We had just gotten married, for God's sake. He couldn't come home drunk with a group of friends after being away for weeks.

But I shouldn't have said what I said.

Tears welled up in my eyes, streaming down my cheeks.

Liam wasn't like this. He had always been nice to me and treated me like a princess. What has happened to him now?

That was the last time Liam came home. It had been a week, and I hadn't seen him.

People often say marriage is the best thing that could happen to a person, but to me, it didn't seem so. Maybe I was the one with bad luck on this planet. All the bad things happened to me. Firstly, my parents left me when I was just born. My grandma had just passed away, leaving me behind. And now, I thought I found a guy who loved me, but it turned out he was already tired of me within a few weeks of our marriage.

Why me?

I grasped the glass of whiskey and gulped it down, feeling the burning sensation in my throat. I didn't stop and gulped another glass, tears streaming down my face.

The memories of our wedding flushed through my mind like the most beautiful movie. Where did I go wrong? What did I do wrong for him to treat me so badly?

"Is this seat taken?" a deep, husky voice interrupted my thoughts. I lifted my head to see the most beautiful green eyes I had ever seen. I cleared my throat and averted my gaze.

Why was I even looking at him, knowing that I was married? I decided to ignore him completely and continued with my drink.

The soft music played in the background, people chatting, laughing, and having their beer. Unlike the club, the bar was quieter, and I preferred to drink here to forget all my problems.

Not having friends was one thing, but being treated harshly by my newlywed husband was something else. Loneliness had already become a friend to me. No matter how much I tried to escape it, it always came back crawling at me.

More tears streamed down my face as I gulped another glass of whiskey, letting it burn my throat, hoping it might get rid of the sharp pain cutting through my chest.

The guy pulled the chair, sitting opposite me without my permission but at this point I couldn't worry about that, I had more things to worry about..