André left the room. Olívia followed him with her eyes for a few more seconds, until the door closed behind him.

Only then did Liam speak, without raising his voice.

“Your husband is still here.”

Olívia turned her eyes back to him.

“I didn’t know he was in Dallas… much less that I’d run into him on the street,” she said sincerely. “You don’t need to be jealous. Please… don’t go cold on me.”

Liam took a deep breath. He slowly ran a hand over his face, as though he needed to collect himself befor