I met my husband, a narc who disappeared two years ago. He doesn't remember me.

Chapter 11

1,978 words

The hourglass shattered on the floor, glass shards scattering everywhere.

Tiny pink sand spilled across the floor.

My head buzzed with a sharp ringing sound, and a warm liquid quickly ran down my forehead into my eyes.

Through my blurred vision, I thought I saw Liam glance at me.

But when I raised my hand to wipe my face and looked at him again, his gaze was no longer on me.

Dr. Hayes’s face was extremely grim, and he tried to defend me.

But I knew Liam too well.

His current attitude meant he absolutely wouldn’t back down.

With the evidence right here, my abuse of professional position for ulterior motives, my ethical decay.

I couldn’t escape responsibility, nor did I want to implicate anyone else.

I voluntarily contacted the director and called the police, explaining everything as if surrendering.

Within half an hour, the director and police arrived.

Captain Miller from the police department came along too.

As soon as Captain Miller saw me, surrounded like a criminal, he let out a soft sigh.

I lowered my eyelids, unable to say a single word.

Captain Miller stepped forward, took Liam’s phone, and listened to the only piece of evidence.

He then looked at Liam, trying to communicate with him in a low voice.

But Liam’s attitude was exceptionally firm.

He refused to make any concessions.

His demand, from beginning to end, was for me to be expelled from the hospital.

Otherwise, he would make the recording public, making me infamous nationwide.

A female psychologist seducing a male patient through hypnosis—what a sensational topic.

I chose the former, to resign from the hospital.

Because the latter would also mean suspension.

And potentially exposing Liam’s identity if it went viral online.

He had once been a narcotics officer; exposing him would do no good.

That afternoon, I packed my things.

Like a stray, I left the hospital.

When I stepped out of the elevator into the underground parking garage, several eggs flew at me.