The Dangerous Affairs

Sophie's Point of View

A smile stretched across my face as footsteps echoed inside the house. I rose from the chair and ran to the entrance. There he was, Liam, my husband. We had just married a few weeks ago, and today was the first dinner we would share. Excitement coursed through me at the thought of us starting our lives together.

He hadn't been home for the past few weeks because of work, and I understood very well how hectic things might 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 away. I stumbled and fell to 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! Stop being a pain in my neck."

His words send a wave of shock coursing through me. Was I a pain in his neck?

I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. "Liam," I said as I rose and approached him. "Did I do anything wrong? Why are you like this?" I reached for his hand.

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?"

A sharp pang cut through my chest as his words rang in my ears.

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

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’s 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.

An overwhelming silence envelops the huge mansion, leaving only the pounding of my heart echoing in the stillness.

I ran my hands through my hair, frustrated. 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. His actions were unacceptable.

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 changes?

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

Another week passed, and with each second, I felt myself drowning in sorrow. Loneliness and sadness had made a home within me. Am I supposed to feel this way after getting married a few weeks ago?

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?

Feeling overwhelmed, I turned to alcohol to ease my pain. I usually don't visit places like bars and clubs, but at this point, I found myself seated in the VIP chair at the bar.

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

The memories of our wedding flashed through my mind like the most beautiful movie.

"Is this seat taken?" a deep, husky voice interrupted my thoughts.

I lifted my head to 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, and people were 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. Isolation had already become a friend to me. No matter how much I tried to escape it, it always came back crawling at me.

I let my tears flow down my cheeks 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.