Liam stumbled through the door, his movements unsteady, reeking of alcohol. You, sitting on the couch, looked up sharply, your eyes filled with concern.

“You’re drunk again?” You asked, your voice a mix of worry and frustration.

Liam shrugged, slurring slightly, “Yes, so what?”

Your heart sank. You had seen this pattern far too often lately. “Please stop drinking, Liam. You need to change,” you said softly, trying to hold back the tremble in your voice.

“Yeah, yeah.” He waved you off, not even glancing your way as he walked down the hall, leaving you alone once again, the distance between them growing with every careless step.

A few days later, you and your friend Sophia were out in town when they spotted him. Liam, with his back turned, standing close to another girl—too close. Your heart skipped a beat as you watched in horror. His lips met the other girl’s, and the world around you seemed to blur.

“I… I can’t believe this,” you whispered, your voice breaking as you turned and ran, Sophia calling after you. But all you could feel was the pain swelling inside your chest, burning you from the inside out.

Later that evening, you stood in front of Liam, your eyes red from tears, your heart heavy with betrayal. He stood there, looking at you, guilt written all over his face.

“I saw you,” you said, your voice cold, but your hands trembling. “I saw you kissing her.”

Liam’s face paled. “My love, wait—I’m sorry. Please, don’t do this. I need you,” he pleaded, his voice desperate, his usual carefree demeanor shattered.

Your eyes flared with anger. Without thinking, you slapped him across the face, the sound sharp in the silence of the room.

“If you need me, then change yourself! Don’t you understand?” You shouted, your voice filled with all the hurt you had been bottling up for weeks, maybe even months.

Liam stood there, stunned, his hand on his cheek where your slap still stung. He looked at you, eyes wide, realizing just how deeply he had hurt you—“ Babe I’m so sorry please give me a chance.”