Chapter 4The Man Who Lost Her Too Late

When I heard his question, I met his bloodshot eyes and smiled.

"My husband…"

I deliberately dragged out the ending.

"He’s a very petty man."

"He’s also possessive."

"He doesn’t like it when the things he gives me are dirtied by other people."

Willa’s face was as pale as paper.

But Liam was like a lit stick of dynamite.

"You’re lying!"

He growled, his voice full of uncontrollable rage and… a hint of panic even he himself had not noticed.

"Lena, you’ll say anything just to piss me off!"

"You were like this eight years ago, and you’re still like this now!"

Willa tugged at his sleeve, looking as if she was about to cry.

"Liam, don’t be like this… Lena didn’t mean it, let’s go…"

She acted pitiful and also noticed that something about Liam’s attitude was slightly wrong.

I looked at her coldly.

"Shut up."

Willa’s crying stopped abruptly, and she looked at me in disbelief.

My gaze returned to Liam.

"Liam, you’re still the same as you were eight years ago."

"Childish, impulsive, and always thinking the whole world should revolve around you."

"Who do you think you are?"

My voice was not loud, but every word cut straight to the heart.

"You—"

He suddenly stepped forward and grabbed my wrist.

"Say that again!"

A sharp pain shot through my wrist.

Just like eight years ago, he had also grabbed me like this and asked me why.

I looked at him, and the last trace of warmth in my eyes faded away.

"Let go."

"Who is that man?! What does he have that’s better than me?!"

His eyes were bloodshot.

The classmates around us were silent with fear, and no one dared to step forward and say a word.

I frowned from the pain, but I did not struggle.

I only looked at him coldly.

"He is better than you in every way."

That sentence completely shattered the last of his reason.

He gripped me even harder, almost crushing my bones.

"Lena!"

Just then,

the door to the private room was pushed open from the outside.

Everyone’s eyes were drawn to the man at the door.

The light outlined the man’s deep, cold features.

It was a face so handsome it almost felt aggressive.

He did not look at anyone.

He only walked straight toward me.

"Lena."

It was Julian Sterling, my husband.

Liam seemed frozen in place as he stared stiffly at the man who had suddenly appeared, forgetting how to react.

Julian’s gaze slowly moved downward.

It landed on the wrist Liam had gripped red.

His eyes turned cold in an instant.

"Who gave you permission to touch my wife?”