Fuck You, Liam

Patricia's POV

"Still tell me about what my compliments do to you."

I suddenly coughed out, almost choking on my meal. He was obviously waiting for the perfect time to catch me off guard all this while. He completely startled me.

I looked up at him angrily after wiping my messed up mouth with a napkin.

"Fuck you, Liam." I spat.

"You? No thanks. I'll pass." He said it like it actually physically pained him to touch me. Gosh, I hated him.

"Your loss then. I'm sweet." It was a weak and my last attempt at a comeback, at saving my friggin 'dignity.

He stared at me for a second, and a prominent chuckle escaped his lips. It was unlike anything I had ever heard before. It sounded so fucking hot and sinful. I knew then and there that if I mistakenly offered myself to him, I would give him access to everything inside me and he would abuse it just like Henry.

"The ice queen offered herself to me. How cute. Maybe when I'm less busy or there's no one else for me to fuck, I'll pity you and take you to bed."

The haze I was in instantly became clear and my brain automatically began to work correctly and process how upset I became. How dare him say that to me?

"You're an asshole. That's it, I'm leaving. There's food at home anyway. Pay, rich man!"

I stormed off after lifting myself up from my chair and leaving. It was hurtful that he didn't follow behind me but at least, it was already so embarrassing.

I fought back tears as I started the car and drove off. I needed to rest my head anyway.

I purchased my new penthouse a day after I came out of prison and had it furnished. Even though the stigma that I was 'unstable' planned to stick, they still respected me, and that was all that mattered. I didn't care to have relationships with people that all betrayed my trust anymore, but now, I could deal with them.

Actually I would've started looking into it if this crazy Liam didn't bother me so much. How dare him say he didn't find me attractive? I mean, I didn't find him either but still, I think I'm beautiful enough.

You know what? Whatever! Fuck him.

I got into the shower the minute I arrived at the penthouse. I was so tired and exhausted so I stayed in there for what felt like hours before I came out. I opted for a bowl of cereal since I couldn't cook and I didn't really eat much due to a disorder. I mixed it together and sat down by my desk in my room to dig in. I didn't get to eat much so now, the food sounded great. I got out my laptop and got to work.

I don't know why, but I expected an apology in a text message from Liam but scrolling through my phone, there was nothing from him. Absolutely nothing. I felt a pang in my chest a little but dropping my phone and facing my laptop, I believed work would make me feel better and forget him.

I don't care what anyone thinks, but I always get my revenge. Karma is a bitch literally and honestly, I never bothered to wait enough to find out if it actually works.

It was just the best when I did it, so now, all I had to do was ruin the lives of the officers that got me arrested, and find out more dirt on Otto, my doctor that connived with Henry to claim that I'm indeed unstable.

I'm sure Henry was protecting him and with all of my wealth, so I wouldn't be able to do much if I didn't attack him legally.

My mind went to my dead sister, the one we lost at sea. I still can't explain what happened to her, but we lost her, and because of that sad incident, I was all alone. I had no one to call, no friends, nothing. At least now, I had a new focus. I was going to do something truly remarkable in the next couple of days. Shhh, it's a surprise so don't rush me with your curiosity!

I rushed my cereal and honestly, I made it so good! I guess it was because I threw in extra milk.

After boring the hell out of myself by looking at records of people that would soon be in fucking trouble, i decided to retire to bed, but I got a sudden ping on my phone.

I rushed to grab it, seriously hoping it was from Liam like an obsessed teenager, but I got the shock of my life upon seeing the unexpected chat.

Henry!

How the hell did he get my new number? I felt my lungs closing in for some reason and panic set in. I threw the phone away, got out of bed and sprinted out of my room and across the halls to ease my nerves. I didn't even read the contents of the message.

Calming down, I slowly watched back to my room in calculated breaths. After getting myself to relax, I picked up my phone from the bed.

"We need to talk. It's urgent."

My eyes widened in shock.

Excuse me? I read it out loud again, this time more carefully. How dare he send me a message after everything he did to me?

I let out an incredulous laugh, refusing to believe what was happening.

I tossed my phone aside and climbed on the bed to sleep. Letting him know that I have read the text and I would never reply to it gave me the utmost satisfaction.

After a couple of minutes, while I was staring at my expensive ceiling, a call came in from him. I ignored.

It kept coming, over and over, annoying the fuck out of me. As he called, he sent texts, urging him to pick his call.

Out of anger, I picked up after what felt like twenty missed calls so I could yell.

"Stop calling me you prick! Stop ringing my phone–"

"I'll divorce you. I agree now. Please come meet me at a restaurant tomorrow night. I'll divorce you. Just stay away from me, okay? Say you'll stay away from me!"

He sounded harsh and fierce but so desperate for some reason. If I didn't know any better, I would've thought that he was actually scared and worried for some reason. It was practically a desperate plea.

"Good. Text me the location and after that, don't send me another fucking text in your miserable life!" I spat out in raw anger and frustration.

I hung up immediately and threw my phone away while running a hand through my hair. I am so exhausted now.

Still, what made him suddenly agree to the divorce? With the way he spoke to me earlier, he clearly had no plans to do so.

Well, good for me then..