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LIAM'S POV I stormed out and hurriedly went into my car. I drove back home as fast as I could, without a clear thought. Upon arriving, I immediately parked my car in the garage. I moved hastily, and opened the door forcefully. "Where's my wife?" I asked Mercy who was just getting out of the kitchen, probably preparing our dinner. "Oh, Señorito, you're early today. Your wife is upstairs, she just got home a while ago. I think she's sick, she kinda looks pale," she said, her forehead crease, making her look so worried. She's sick? I didn't know. I found myself walking— or rather, almost running upstairs to see Audrey. When I opened the door, I suddenly stopped on my tracks. For the first time, I felt my heart racing upon seeing Audrey's face. She was lying asleep on the bed, she was fac