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.
Meeting Annabelle
Jessica's POV
"I'm Annabelle," she stretched out her hand and I took it in a soft handshake.
"Is this seat taken?" she asked, nodding toward the empty chair beside me.
I shook my head, and Annabelle settled into the seat, her expensive dress rustling softly. My gaze wandered over her polished appearance - bright red hair cascaded down her back in effortless waves, framing her heart-shaped face.
Annabelle's poise and style hinted at a privileged upbringing, yet her approachable demeanor put me at ease.
"You seem to be on everyone's tongue. What did you do?" Her soft gaze rested on me, awaiting my response.
I shook my head, genuinely perplexed. "I have no idea."
She smiled softly and looked away. Her reaction hinted that she knew something, but she didn't elaborate. I let it slide, assuming she couldn't know much, being a freshman like myself.