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.
I'm his partner
Jessica's POV
He spun around, his eyes scanning the area, as if searching for the perpetrator.
The shattered remains on the floor revealed a coffee cup, its piping hot contents spreading across the tile. A student with glasses, standing behind Celine, looked stunned with a pale face. His hand was still outstretched.
His reaction betrayed him – he didn't have the courage to throw the mug.
In front of him, Celine's face flashed with surprise before her lips curled into a sly smile.
"Oops, I missed," she said, her eyes locked on mine. "I should practice more."
"I – I'm sorry, Max, I– it was my coffee." The pale guy apologized. He fell on his knees, begging Max to forgive him.
I was mortified. Why would he beg Max like that when it wasn't him who threw the mug? Celine must have snatched the mug from him when he walked out from the coffee shop.