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.
Liam's belief
Liam's POV.
As we stepped out of the meeting room, I turned to Michael with a mix of concern and curiosity. "Did Jessica return to the hotel?" I asked, recalling the unease that had driven me to task Michael with keeping a discreet eye on her.
Michael nodded affirmatively. "Yes, she did."
I released a thoughtful sigh, my suspicions confirmed. I knew she wouldn't heed my words, considering how angry she was with me.
"But she didn't look alright when I saw her," Michael added, his brow furrowed.
I stopped dead in my tracks, my eyes locking onto Michael's. "What do you mean? Tell me in detail, everything, starting from yesterday morning."
Michael's expression turned serious. "The report says she went to Langford University. Apparently, she's enrolled in a jewelry design program."