Liam's Pov
"NOAH!" My voice tore from my throat, pain forgotten in the rush of betrayal and rage. "NOAH, GET DOWN HERE NOW!"
I heard hurried footsteps on the stairs, and then Noah appeared, a manila folder in his hand. "What? What's wrong?"
I pointed a shaking finger at his phone, still lit up on the table. "What the fuck is that? Are you screwing my wife?"
Noah's eyes darted to his phone, then back to me. "What are you talking about?" he asked, but there was something in his tone...a defensive note that hadn't been there before.
"Don't play dumb with me," I snarled, struggling to my feet. "I saw the message. I saw the picture. How long has this been going on? Was she cheating on me with you while accusing me of the same thing?"
Noah's jaw tightened. "You need to calm down, Liam. You're jumping to conclusions."
"Am I?" I was in his face now, ignoring the protests of my injured body. "Then explain to me why my wife is telling you she misses
