Chapter 451

Bruce insisted on bringing up the six years of memories with a surprising look of resentment and indignance in his eyes. I wondered, "Did he suffer from a memory lapse when he was drunk?" He might have forgotten, but the "six years" he casually threw around with pride was nurtured by me. I had sacrificed my dignity and patience along the way. It was a humiliating and demeaning history that I would rather not bring up. I scoffed. "Why did you suddenly bring up the insignificant six years? Do you want to fixate on the past?" I deliberately made the final remark with emphasis. Feeling frustrated, I added, "Would you listen to yourself?" He took a step nearer to me and closed the space between us. "You might not believe my words. But didn't you too pretend to obey me by weaponizing the six years' worth of memories?" He sounded harsh, perhaps due to the influence of the alcohol. His hot breath tickled me. I glanced up and saw the streak of madness in his eyes. Stumbling backward, I