Liam's POV
"What are you talking about?" my head buzzed. Forgetting my pain, I sat up, my heart suspended in my throat. "speak!" I thundered.
He looked at with a sneer, "I'm not your employee, Liam. I owe you nothing."
I gritted my teeth, frustration building inside of . Lee was the only one who could talk to like this and go scot free. Our friendship dated back to high school, where he got into our school through a scholarship program. He was serious with his academics, but beca the bullied student, however, when I took interest in him, no one dared to bully him after that. Since then, we have beco inseparable.
"You're very angry," I mumble, my eyes fixed on him.
"Should I not be? I called you repeatedly, but you never answered nor did you return my calls, you asshole! Jessica also called you too!"
My brows creased. I never received any calls. I took my phone and searched through the call logs; the last ti Lee and I spoke was last month. As for Jessica, her call ca once, and that was yesterday. "She didn't call ," a rebuttal slipped from my lips.
"I was there. She called you repeatedly, and the last ti, I don't know what you told her but she turned pale and passed out."
'Zoey.' She's the only person I could think of. My assistants are allowed to answer my calls, but for the past one week, only Zoey has been around . Clearly, she had answered Jessica's calls without telling . I shut my eyes, my mind reeling.
The thought of losing a child I didn't even know was there, was not as painful as knowing my wife went through so much without by her side. I felt horrible, like I killed my child with my own hands.
I took a deep breath, my eyes shut tight. "How is she? What is she like?" I can't even find the courage to go see her.
"She's your wife, man. If you don't know, how would I?"
A sharp pain stabbed my heart. True, if a husband doesn't know about his wife's well-being, who would?
Slowly opening my eyes, I inquired. "You're her doctor...how was her body?"
He sighed, "Jessica was stressed, both ntally and physically, reason she lost her pregnancy. She lost a lot of weight, I'm sure you didn't notice." he looked at and snorted with disdain. "How could you treat her like that?!" he suddenly went berserk.
"She was a happy girl who would do anything as long as it made you happy! She didn't care about herself at all, but you were her first and greatest concern! Not only did you bring your ex into her matrimonial ho, strip her of her right as your wife, you gave her title to Zoey!" he paused to catch his breath.
"The whole dia is calling Zoey, Mrs. Crawford, your wife! And Jessica, aside from your circle of friends and family, who else knows her as your wife? How much more shaless did you intend to be? Liam?!"
That was a wrong accusation but I didn't refute him. Listening to him talk, I finally realized that I'd treated Jessica wrongly. But I had my reasons, ones that no one would understand.
Honestly, I thought Jessica and I were on the sa page. She didn't complain when I brought Zoey ho at first. She never said anything about not being announced to the world as my wife. Whenever I ca ho, she was always smiling and waiting for in the living room, until suddenly, she started to exhibit extre jealousy towards Zoey, to the extent of asking a maid to poison her.
I had the maid dealt with before she confessed that Jessica had asked her to do it. I didn't know Jessica before our marriage, and three years wasn't enough for a busy person like to understand her fully.
But Zoey was different. She and I shared a nanny, we literally grew up under the sa roof, she was like a sister to , except that she wasn't. Our mothers were best of friends and from childhood, they already told us we were ant to be. Zoey and I were inseparable, we attended the sa school, everyone knew us to be lovers. Our social cycle was the sa, except that she and Lee didn't see eye to eye.
How could I not believe her words over anyone else's? But after what she did with the aphrodisiac, the pure image of her in my mory had started to distort. If she could do that to , just to force to sleep with her and end my marriage, I can't say what else she could do or had done to drive a wedge between Jessica and I.
I took a deep breath and called Micheal, instructing him to get in touch with the telecommunication company and have my call history, ssages, and emails restored. At the sa ti, I wanted a detailed call report from when Zoey started handling my phone.
Lee stared at with shock. I knew he was curious but I wasn't going to satiate his curiosity. I got down from bed after my symptoms had been suppressed. It was ti to go bring my wife back ho. I believed she was at her parents' or friend's house, but when I got to both places, I was petrified to find out she wasn't there.
Where is my wife?
I turned the city upside down, made announcents to the dia and even placed a hefty bounty as a reward for whoever could give up her location, but two years flew by without a trace of my wife.
I didn't believe that Jessica left the country. First off, she had no one abroad; she'd never left the country before, aning, she had no visa. I checked with the airports and my guess was right, she didn't leave. Even the ports, terminals, and bus stations confird they didn't see such a person. Jessica was not captured in their CCTV footage and tickets.
Which ant two things; she was still in the country, or had left in a disguise...but no transaction was made from her accounts. In fact, she left her credit cards behind.
...
I've never been this miserable, powerless, and broken in my life. These past two years had not only mocked my existence as the most powerful man in Country A, it also made realize that Jessica wasn't just the girl I married without love, but had actually managed to steal a part of , leaving my life in shambles - my decision making skills has been affected.
No deal I tried to make for those two years was successful. It felt like the forces of the world were against . My brother had rallied the board of directors behind him and they concluded it was ti I stepped down.
I also wanted to step down. I've lost my confidence, my health, and my mind. The vote for who would be the next president of the company was already ongoing as we speak, and I was just looking out the window, at the city, a whiskey in hand.
"Boss!" Micheal's excited voice pierced through my thoughts.
I didn't even realize he'd entered the office. "Has the new president been decided?"
"Your wife..."
My head snapped at him, eyes wide with anticipation. "Where is she?" my fists clenched, awaiting the good news. I've never allowed myself to think of the worst; that my wife was dead. I'd always believed she was alive sowhere.
"She was found at the Capital's airport in Country M...YOUR WIFE IS RETURNING TO THE COUNTRY!" he scread in excitent.
My hand quivered as my glass slipped from my hold. My heart beat rapidly in my chest, it felt like a dream. Or was I dreaming?
"Slap ," I mumbled but the next second, Micheal struck, a fierce, powerful punch that knocked off my feet.
My eyes widened as I glared at him. "Do you have a death wish!"
He quickly lowered his head and apologized but I felt he was unapologetic. Was he holding a grudge?
Well, that was the least of my problems. I straightened up and ordered, "Go disrupt that vote. I'm not stepping down anymore..."
Before I completed my order, Micheal's head had shot up like a snake's. "Yes, boss!" he thundered, bowed and dashed out.
Speechlessness washed over . I knew my people weren't happy about my state in those two years but I never thought it was this serious. Moreover, I planned to pay them off with a reasonable amount to help them build-start their lives.
A soft chuckle escaped my bruised lip, I couldn't rember the last ti I'd smiled, let alone laughed for two years.
I walked into my office's executive room to freshen up and go wait for my wife at the airport. I can't quit my position as the president of the company anymore, because my wife has to be doted on, spoiled, respected, and protected...all the things I failed to give her in the past, she shall have them all this ti.
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