Vivian’s POV:
I couldn’t help but laugh, a very bitter, angry one as my head snapped towards the man. “You’re seriously asking me why I left?”
He tilts his head towards me, the veins in his hand pops as it tightens even more around the wheel. I won’t be surprised if the leather rubs off.
“It’s green. Go.”
“You didn’t answer my question,” he said. The drivers behind us harshly honk for us to proceed.
I glanced back but shook slightly as the cars passed us with a stormy honk. “Liam. Go. You’re holding up traffic.”
“Answer.”
There is a scream from deep within that forces its way from my mouth, but I bite it back. “Because we f*****g agreed on a year of marriage. Did we not?” More honks. “Remember?” I said in a sarcastic happy tone. “You threw a contract at me and said after a ye
