When I Left, He Found His Way Back Chapter 3: Divorced

Jessica's POV

It's been five days since I left the hospital and have been alone in the house. I saw on the news that my husband was abroad with Zoey. Everyday, I see them attending business parties after another.

It even made headlines that Zoey was Mrs. Crawford. It was no longer a rumor, and my husband had never co out to debunk the rumor. Moreover, I've never been fully introduced to the world.

Maybe if my grandfather-in-law was still alive, my life would have turned out better.

These past few days, Maddie had called and abused as usual, but this ti, it was my mom. She ca with Maddie, both of them raving mad.

"This is how you're going to repay us for adopting you and giving you a good education, a ho, and good food? You couldn't even keep your marriage?!" my mom sat on the floor, wailing. "How am I supposed to hold my head up in society now? What would people say about us now? That my adopted daughter couldn't stay married for more than three years before she was divorced, without a child? How would we live now?!"

"Sister, I'm so disappointed. How could you let another woman steal your husband? The mont dad agreed to let you marry into the Crawford family instead of , I knew we wouldn't enjoy wealth and status for long, because you always know how to ruin good things. See, what a disgrace you are!"

"Jessica, let tell you now, if you cannot nd your marriage with Liam, don't bother coming back, I will never accept a shaful divorcee into my house!"

I was in no mood to retort, after my mom and sister finished ranting, they left. Although my mom and sister had never been kind to , I was already used to it, so nothing they said hurt like what I felt inside, knowing my child was dead and my husband had given my title, my bed, and ho to another woman. What other humiliation could there be?

For six months, I've tried to fight for what's mine, but have failed miserably and in the process, lost my child.

That's enough. I can never win against Zoey and Liam's love. Instead of wasting my youth fighting for a man that doesn't care about at all, I should walk out.

Deep down, I was reluctant. I glanced at my phone, wishing he'd return my calls or text ssages, but he didn't. Subconsciously, I dialed his number again. It rang and his voice ca through.

"What do you want?" his cold voice sounded.

My breath caught in my throat. What should I say? His voice left no room for to speak to him like my husband, but I had to say sothing.

"I want a div–"

"Liam, co join in the shower...no protection this ti...I want to give you an heir." Zoey's voice shouted from a distance.

"Are you feeling too comfortable that you don't know your place anymore?... Don't call to waste my ti, Jessica." He said, followed by the beeping sound of the phone.

My mind froze. I didn't hear it wrong. That was Zoey, calling my husband to join her in the shower... She wanted to give him an heir?... And my husband just shooed away like a fly...

I swallowed the lump that had ford on my throat. My tears fell uncontrollably like a broken dam. This was it, I've had enough. Not anymore.

As I thought about that, I called my lawyer to get the divorce papers ready. The next day, he brought the papers to and I signed them, marking the end of my marriage with Liam.

It was already my blessing for a nobody like to be able to marry Liam Crawford, a business mogul, Country A's top genius.

I took my things and left for my parents house, but to my amazent, my mother and sister ant what they said.

"You're not welco here, Jessica. Return to your husband's house!" My mother barked, spreading herself on the entrance like a laundry.

"Mom, where else do you want to go? Liam doesn't want , he never did!" I yelled, my voice cracking with emotions. I knew she wouldn't care, but deep down, I prayed she'd have pity on , even if it was once, alas, my mom and Liam were cut out from the sa material - their hearts were stone cold.

"No marriage is perfect. Make him want you. My husband also didn't want back in the day, but I didn't run away to my parents house because of that. I endured his coldheartedness until he loosened up and learned to love ."

I covered my face with my palms, overwheld by everything that has been happening to for six months on end. My family knew nothing. They wouldn't care about my struggles, they never cared, so I kept to myself.

I waited for long hours, hoping my mother would at least let stay for a couple of days to sort myself out, but she didn't.

The sky was pregnant with rain. My body wasn't strong enough to endure the cold, so I turned with my luggage and road the street, hoping to go to my friend's place.

Just then, a convoy pulled over in front of , almost knocking off my feet. I was startled, and jerked away, wondering if they were blind.

However, the n all bowed to , "Miss!"

It seed they were really blind. I waved my hand, "I'm not your Miss, you've got the wrong person..." But before I could finish, the door to the BMW swung open, revealing an elegantly dressed young man, almost with a great build as Liam.

"Sister," he called. The voice sounded familiar but I couldn't recall where I heard it.

I glanced around, thinking soone was behind , but only I stood there. Still, I pointed at my nose, "?"

He nodded, his eyes reddening. Taking a step forward, I took a step back, frightened to my bones.

"W– what do you an?" I was alard. This wasn't a fairy tale, my life had never been a bed of roses. How could a wealthy man pop out of nowhere and call sister? This is no movie!

"Miss Jessica, your parents have been searching all over for you. Please, co ho with us." One of the guards said, his voice soft with pleas.

They didn't think I was stupid, right? Even though I was an emotional wreck, I still have my brain cells. "What parents are you talking about?" I asked.

"Mr. and Mrs. Silverwood, from Country M... You're the Young Miss of the Silverwood family." The speaker said again.

I looked at the young man who called , "sister". He was emotional, standing there and just staring at .

I wanted to laugh at the absurdity, but my mood was too bad to manage a snicker. Who doesn't know the Silverwood family from Country M? They were one of the top families in the country, and are ranked in the top ten in the business world. Even though my presence in the dia was almost non-existent, I'm sure I wouldn't miss it if there was news that the Silverwood family was searching for their daughter, because my friend was a gossip monger.

"I'm sorry, you got the wrong person." I repeated and made to leave, but the young man blocked my path and produced a photo, lifting it to my line of sight.

In it was a middle - aged woman who looked exactly like . I was dazed as I stared at it. I didn't need a diator to tell she was related to .

"She's our mother," he affird my belief.

If that was the case? Why was I abandoned? I had lots of questions that needed answers... I didn't want to go with him, but then, I needed a place to hide, away from my family and Liam.

He was the most powerful man in Country A. A man like that might feel insulted that his wife initiated the divorce. Who knows what he might do to if he returns?

With this thought, I followed the n. Staying behind might be my death, and going with these strangers might also lead to my death.

Death is death, no matter how it cos.