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.
Obsession?
"We're not divorced, Jessica." He said more calmly this time. "I didn't sign the papers. You're still my wife." He repeated, like I was deaf.
The truth hit me like a ton of bricks, knocking the air out of me. My mind reeled, thoughts swirling in chaos.
Two years of freedom, or so I thought. Two years of rebuilding my life, of healing and moving on.
But it was all a lie.
I had broken my SIM card, discarded my phone, and severed ties with the past. No calls, no messages, no social media. I'd erased myself from the digital world.
And yet, here I was, still bound to Liam by law.
The thought sent a shiver down my spine. All this time, I'd believed I was single, free to start anew. But the truth was, I'd been tied to him, silently shackled to a marriage I thought was long dead.
Zoey's face flashed in my mind. Had she known? Had she been waiting patiently for Liam to finalize our divorce, only to discover he'd never signed the papers?