He gritted his teeth, trying to keep his anger in check as he asked, "Where are you going to live after moving out? The company won't let you go back to that rundown house."
I shot him a glare, my irritation flaring. "What do you mean by 'rundown house'? My family lives there! You'll never get it, not with that ice-cold heart of yours!"
Albert went quiet, knowing full well how important a home is to someone. Otherwise, why would he cling so desperately?
"Monica has already found me a place. I'll move out then, since you don't want to see me anyway."
I continued applying skincare products to my face as his eyebrows shot up in disbelief. "Who said I don't want to see you? Can you stop making things up?" I shrugged, too tired to argue with him.
As I walked to the bed, ready to sleep, a t
