The sun bathed the park in a warm golden glow as you and Liam strolled along the path, your hand comfortably nestled in his.

Suddenly... a sharp, accusatory voice sliced through the air.

“Liam!”

Both of you froze mid-step as a furious girl stormed toward you. She was stunning, tall, and clearly fuming—eyes locked on Liam with a fire that could melt steel. Liam muttered under his breath, “Oh, not again…”

She slapped Liam hard, the sound echoing through the otherwise peaceful park.

“You lying jerk!” she spat, glaring at you now with daggers. “Is this your new fling?! Are you cheating on me with her?!”

“Wait, wait, she’s not—” Liam began, lifting a hand to stop her, but the girl wasn’t having it.

“I can’t believe you! You’re the worst, Liam!” she yelled before flipping her hair dramatically and stomping off, heels clicking angrily against the pavement.

A tense silence lingered. He was touching his reddened cheek with an awkward chuckle, his face half-grimace, half-smirk. “Well, that could’ve gone better,” he mumbled, rubbing his face like this wasn’t the first time he’d been hit this week.