Contract Wife, Real Love

ng: a male burlesque dancer, all glit

nd the screen flashe

my workaholic, rarely-home, contract husban

e: "Oh my god, Liam, you will not believe where

"Okay." No questions, no suspicion. H

w him. Liam. He lifted his glass, his eyes dark and u

was supposed to be a continent aw

, separate lives–was crumbling. The comfort

n before, cutting through my desperate lie. "I see your frie

along, and for some reason

rst time, I felt a knot of fear and something else entirely-a

very interaction felt charged with a new, unsettling current. This w

yet strangely, incredibly seen. Who was Liam Patterson, really? A