Chapter 18

My mind exploded.

I stared at him, my eyes almost bulging: “You remember?”

A sudden surge of joy washed over me, but looking at his expression, I was suddenly doused with a bucket of cold water.

If Liam truly remembered, how could he be so calm?

The man’s face was utterly devoid of emotion, looking at my strong reaction as if I were a clown.

He slowly explained: “Captain Miller told me.

“He said that you and I knew each other since childhood, and even got married three years ago. But two years ago, we divorced.”

He paused again: “But, so what?”

So what?

Our twenty years of history, everything.

He dismissed it with a few casual words and a “so what?”

I felt dizzy.

I pulled at the corners of my mouth, trying to maintain some dignity.

Yes, so what? So what?

He didn’t care, and I didn’t have to care that much either.

But when I smiled, it was probably uglier than crying.

Liam must have noticed my concern, and his expression showed disgust and annoyance.

As if I were some stubborn, unwanted stain.

He made no attempt to hide his disdain:

“When an ex-husband has a fiancée, the ex-wife shouldn’t keep clinging.

“We’re divorced. I have no interest in our past together.”

I felt like my body was on a torture rack, being slowly dismembered.

“I have no interest in our past together.”

“No interest…”

“No interest…”

I looked at him, feeling that the person before me was just a blur.

He no longer seemed like Liam, even that face seemed to have become unfamiliar.

The voice of the person before me continued:

“I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want to recover my old memories anymore.

“Now I only love my fiancée, and I hope you, Alice, understand and keep your word to leave soon.”

I finally couldn't listen anymore.

Before he could finish, I interrupted him: “Okay, I get it.”

I walked past him and headed for the building management office.

One more second, and I was afraid I wouldn't be able to control myself.

The last shred of my pitiful dignity made me unwilling for him to see my breakdown.

Because I knew that by now, he would only see it as a joke.

Everything about me was just a joke.

Despicable, pathetic, disgusting and repulsive.

I practically fled to the building manager’s office, terrified of hearing another word from behind me.

After getting the spare key, I stood in the shadows of the complex for a long time.

Only when I was sure Liam had left did I slowly walk to the elevator and go back to my apartment.

Lucky was still inside, frantically scratching at the door.

The moment I opened it, it shot out, heading straight for the elevator.