Chapter 121: The Eruption
Liam’s POV
I sat there in stunned silence, water dripping from my hair onto my expensive suit, watching Diane’s retreating figure as she stormed away from our table. The cold shock of the water had nothing on the ice-cold realization washing over me—I had lost her. Completely and utterly lost her.
The other diners were staring now, their whispered conversations creating a buzz of judgment that made my skin crawl. I could feel their eyes boring into me, could practically hear their thoughts "There’s the man whose pregnant wife just threw water in his face."
I reached for my napkin with trembling hands, dabbing at my face and neck, trying to salvage what little dignity I had left. But as I moved to stand up, something strange happened.
A rumble. Deep in my gut.
At first, I thought it was just the stress—my body’s way of processing the emotional devastation of the evening. But as I pushed back my chair and rose to my feet, the rumbling intensified, accompanied by a sudden, urgent pressure in my lower abdomen.
"What the hell?"
I made it three steps toward the exit before another wave hit me, this one stronger, more insistent. My stomach churned violently, and I could feel sweat breaking out across my forehead despite the restaurant’s cool air conditioning.
"Shit," I muttered under my breath, quickening my pace toward the door. The last thing I needed was an audience for whatever was happening to my digestive system.
I reached my car, gesturing for Thomas to unlock the car from afar. My hands shaking now not just from anger but from the increasingly urgent signals my body was sending me. As I reached for the door habdle to unlock the door, another massive rumble rolled through my intestines like thunder.
"Oh God. Oh no."