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.
Max
Jessica's POV
Before I knew it, the third lecture had wrapped up. There were no lengthy introductions or icebreakers; we'd learned each other's names through spontaneous questions and answers in class.
Professors didn't care about our family backgrounds or prestigious surnames. In this space, "I'm Emily" or "I'm Ryan" was introduction enough.
For the first time in my life, I felt truly seen, not as a member of my influential family, but as an individual with my own dreams and aspirations.
As I packed up my belongings, Annabelle turned to me with a smile. "Surviving so far?"
I chuckled. "Barely. But I love it."
"My head aches," Annabelle complained, pouting adorably. "I'm glad there are only three lectures today. Otherwise, I don't know how I would've survived."
I chuckled at her dramatic expression.
"The lectures aren't even that intense," I teased. "I think we're all just rusty from not hitting the books for a while."