"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?
