I paused on one picture.
It was the same young woman. That groupie/girlfriend. But this time she was hanging off the guitarist’s arm. He was the one smiling down at her. Holding her against his side, hugging her tightly. There was a caption under the photo.
Chad and Paula.
I inhaled sharply.
I recognized her name.
It was the girl from the wedding invitation.
I examined the picture closely, my mind beginning to connect all the pieces.
If she was Liam’s ex-girlfriend… and she was now marrying his old guitarist… And it was his guitarist’s fault he quit the band…
Had Liam’s girlfriend left him for one of his best friends?
I sank back into the sofa cushions, air whooshing out of me.
His girlfriend had left him for another man. Just like his mom had left his dad.
No wonder Liam had trust issues.
I could almost understand his reaction now. If Harper had left me for someone else, I would have had an awful time getting over it.
I stared at the photo, burning her face into my memory. I didn’t know anything about the girl but I was mad at her. She was the one who had hurt Liam. It was her fault he had acted so unreasonably.
And it was unreasonable. I’d given Liam no cause to worry. He knew Morris and I were just old friends.
But he’d accused me of cheating anyway.
As much as I understood why that was where his mind had gone, I wasn’t about to brush it off. I wasn’t about to let him get away with thinking something so awful of me.
It was understandable yes, but I couldn’t forget the way he’d glared at me, the way he’d forbidden me from seeing Morris, the way he’d spat out that I might end up sleeping with someone else behind his back…
A pang of anger and heartbreak shot through me.
It didn't matter his reason.
Liam had accused me of something unforgivable.
I didn't know if that was something I'd be able to forget any time soon.
