Chapter 8 The Disgusting Man
"I'm going to kill you!" Sadie charged forward, her hand raised to strike. Micah effortlessly caught her wrist and pushed her onto the couch. "How dare you!"
"Bastard! It's all because of you that I've become like this. You've ruined my life," Sadie yelled. Her heart pounded, a turbulent mix of anger and desperation driving her to lash out. Though she yearned to punch him, he sidestepped her attacks with ease.
Micah's lips curved slightly.
"You scared, huh?" Sadie yelled, her voice cracking with frustration.
"Should I just stand here and let you hit me?" His tone was maddeningly calm, laced with a hint of amusement. "You came to me willingly. I didn't force you."
Sadie's composure faltered. The reality of facing the man who had upended her life left her speechless. Anger and hurt warred within her, her vision blurring with unshed tears.
Micah's gaze softened briefly at her tears. He asked, "Were you pregnant?"
The question caught her off guard, a jolt of recognition flashing in his eyes. "Yes, I got pregnant!" she almost yelled out how hard it was to raise three kids alone but stopped herself just in time. Thinking of her three children, she couldn't risk letting the truth slip. They deserved better than the shame of knowing their father's past.
"But I had a miscarriage later on! I would never have a child with someone as shameless as you!" Her voice was ironclad, each word weighted with conviction.
Micah's eyes narrowed, a flicker of unexpected relief crossing his face. "Good," he said, nodding. He reached into his suit pocket, but Sadie, her anger flaring, turned on her heel and stormed off.
"I'm going to report you to your manager. How many more girls do you want to ruin?" she snapped over her shoulder.
Micah's hand paused mid-motion, his brows knitting together. He withdrew his hand, keeping what he was about to offer concealed.
Sadie hadn't gone far when she got a call from that scumbag Samuel. She didn't even need to look to feel the bile rise in her throat. No doubt more petty threats and workplace drama.
What a day, running into one despicable man after another!
Wait... Sadie paused mid-step, her thoughts racing. Shouldn't Micah pay some price for the mess he had made of her life? Why should she struggle to raise three kids while he lived freely, unknowingly getting a pass? That's not fair!
Fueled by righteous anger, Sadie spun on her heel and marched back into the bar, her resolve hardening with each step. She would make Micah pay for ruining her life. He owed her—and her children. At the very least, he could contribute some child support.
"You must compensate me, you scumbag," Sadie declared, standing tall and resolute before Micah, her tone unyielding.
Micah blinked in surprise, clearly not expecting such a direct demand. But he quickly masked his surprise, a playful glint dancing in his eyes. "How much do you want?"
Sadie thought for a moment. Asking for too much would be unreasonable and make her uncomfortable. She raised three fingers.
"Three billion dollars?" Micah guessed, his brow arching in tentative inquiry.
Sadie couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity. "No, three months of your salary," she said firmly.
Micah was momentarily taken aback, seemingly surprised by her modest request. He had been expecting a much higher demand. "Are you sure that's all you want?" His eyebrow lifted, amusement tinging his voice.
"Of course!" Sadie nodded firmly, secretly pleased that she finally had the upper hand over Micah. "From now on, half of your earnings go to me!"
Sadie was truly out of options. She desperately needed this money to get through tough times. Once her internship was over and she became a full-time employee, she would have a steady income, and the family could get by with some frugality. By then, they would have no more interactions.
This three-month salary would be his way of fulfilling his duty as the father of three kids.
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