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.
Jessica's breakdown
Jessica's POV
He nodded, seemingly pleased with the reply. "The surgery was successful. He's stable."
I breathed a sigh of relief, but before my heart could feel the excitement, the doctor added.
"When he wakes up, we'll see if there are any ... complications." His hesitation sparked concern within me.
"What do you mean?" I pressed, my voice laced with worry.
The doctor's eyes darted around the hallway before focusing on me. "The accident was severe. We're not sure what internal damage occurred. He might lose his memory, he might need a wheelchair, or his private organ might be affected. We just…"
My heart sank. Nothing he said after that registered. I found myself sitting on a bench, my hands holding my head. For some reason, I felt I had a hand in what happened to him.
'You're a jinx! Everyone who stays around you gets into one problem or the other!'
My adopted mother's words rang in my head.