Hassy_101

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.

When I Left, He Found His Way Back

Arriving at school, I grabbed my phone from the back seat. There were missed calls from Annabelle, Liam, Sandra, and Kristen.

I returned Annabelle's call first, stepping forward to head to my classroom but my hand was gripped from behind. Before I could react, he spun me around and yanked me into a tight embrace.

My eyes widened and I tried to push him away, but he pleaded.

My fists clenched. It was wrong of me, as a married woman, to allow such body contact, but I didn't move away. Maybe because I was down and also needed a hug, or because I felt sorry for him. I couldn't tell which one it was exactly.

Annabelle's voice rang from the phone, which was still clutched in my hand, now pressed against my ear.

"Ah, hello?" I stammered, trying to extricate myself from Max's grasp. But he held tight.

Who did you tell?