I met my husband, a narc who disappeared two years ago. He doesn't remember me.
Chapter 16
Lucky started to rub against Liam again.
Liam pushed it away disdainfully, but it quickly stuck to him once more.
I stifled the ache in my heart and explained, “I’m sorry, he’s very friendly, affectionate with everyone.
“Once, I took him out, and he wagged his tail and almost ran off with someone…”
Realizing I was explaining too much and sounding defensive, I shut my mouth.
Liam wasn’t interested in Lucky, nor was he interested in talking about it.
He got straight to the point: “Alice, my fiancée is very bothered by your harassment these past two days.
“She insists I have an affair with you and is now threatening to break up with me unless you agree to move abroad.”
He said this completely unfazed.
I chewed on his words, and a sting of pain pierced my heart:
“Mr. Miller, I thought we had an agreement.
“I resigned, and you said we would drop it there.”
Liam’s attitude was stubborn and unreasonable.
“I just want my fiancée to be happy. You don’t have a job here anyway, you can find a new one abroad.”
His words were infuriating, and I couldn't help but frown.
Liam, however, seemed to think I was trying to negotiate.
He looked rather disdainful:
“Name your price, and I’ll give you a sum of money. But you can’t come back for at least a year.”
I looked up at him, suddenly feeling very distant.
His expression was aggressive, his tone self-righteous.
He said we’d drop it if I resigned, but now he was going back on his word, and he clearly didn’t see anything wrong with it.
Liam grew even more impatient with my hesitation:
“I truly value my relationship with my fiancée.
“I don’t want to discuss this with you further. Just name your price, then go abroad.”
I didn’t know how he’d fared these past two years, how much money he’d made.
But his posture at this moment was exactly like a rich, unreasonable tycoon.
He directly tossed a bank card onto the table in front of me.
“Fifty thousand. Is that enough?”