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

Chapter 12

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I couldn’t dodge in time, and the eggs splattered all over my white lab coat.

Some of the moldy egg liquid stuck to me, a sticky mess.

A foul, fishy smell quickly spread around my nostrils.

Facing me were two women with unpleasant expressions.

One was Chloe, and the other was an older woman who resembled her somewhat.

The middle-aged woman pointed at me, furiously cursing:

“Liam is my daughter’s fiancé.

“Their relationship is wonderful, and they’re getting married soon!

“You shameless hussy, get lost and die somewhere far away!”

I suddenly felt a surge of irrationality, wanting to blurt something out.

But then I saw a car window roll down not far away.

The man in the driver’s seat revealed half of his strikingly handsome profile.

It was Liam. I saw him clearly.

After so many years of knowing and loving him, even just his silhouette, I would never mistake it.

He met my gaze.

Still that cold, indifferent expression, taking in my utterly pathetic state.

I actually don’t like being too humiliated.

So I tugged at the corner of my mouth, trying to force a look of nonchalant indifference.

But in the end, I couldn’t manage a smile, and nearly burst into tears instead.

He cherished and indulged Chloe so deeply.

So even now, if Chloe were to stab a knife into my heart, he probably wouldn’t even flinch.

My Liam, he once cherished and indulged me in the same way.