When I Left, He Found His Way Back
It was started with a harmless request, "Jessica, clear out a room for Zoey, she'll be moving in with us for the time being." Jessica's marriage soon ended when that 'guest' climbed up the ladder, from a guest room downstairs, to Jessica's bedroom, and then, her husband's bed. After losing in the fight for her husband's attention and love, Jessica realized it was time to wear back her garment of dignity and respect. She signed the divorce papers and left the country. Two years later, she returned as the heiress to a conglomerate, but her husband was at the airport, waiting to welcome her home. "When did I say I didn't love you, Jessica?" he asked.
Dying
Liam's POV
Just as my world was fading into darkness, a sudden, violent intrusion shattered the quiet atmosphere. A car, its engine roaring, screeched to a halt.
Opening my burning eyes and glancing at my rear mirror felt like an impossible task. A sleek black sedan had come to a stop mere inches from my vehicle, its tires smoking from the abrupt halt. The door swung open, and a panicked looking Micheal emerged, rushing towards my car.
A soft sigh of relief escaped my lips and tears poured from my eyes, not because I was sad, but from the fever or migraine. I couldn't even tell anymore. My body felt like it was on fire, my head throbbing with every beat of my heart.
I heard incessant knocks on my glass window, the sound echoing through my haze. Moving my hand to open the door was almost unachievable. Every muscle protested, screaming in agony.