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 come 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 me as usual, but this time, it was my mom. She came 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 home, 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 moment dad agreed to let you marry into the Crawford family instead of me, 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 me tell you now, if you cannot mend your marriage with Liam, don't bother coming back, I will never accept a shameful 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 me, I was already used to it, so nothing they said hurt me like what I felt inside, knowing my child was dead and my husband had given my title, my bed, and home 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 me at all, I should walk out.
Deep down, I was reluctant. I glanced at my phone, wishing he'd return my calls or text messages, but he didn't. Subconsciously, I dialed his number again. It rang and his voice came 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 me to speak to him like my husband, but I had to say something.
"I want a div–"
"Liam, come join me in the shower...no protection this time...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 me to waste my time, 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 me away like a fly...
I swallowed the lump that had formed 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 me and I signed them, marking the end of my marriage with Liam.
It was already my blessing for a nobody like me 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 amazement, my mother and sister meant what they said.
"You're not welcome 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 me to go? Liam doesn't want me, 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 me, even if it was once, alas, my mom and Liam were cut out from the same material - their hearts were stone cold.
"No marriage is perfect. Make him want you. My husband also didn't want me 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 me."
I covered my face with my palms, overwhelmed by everything that has been happening to me 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 me 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 roamed the street, hoping to go to my friend's place.
Just then, a convoy pulled over in front of me, almost knocking me off my feet. I was startled, and jerked away, wondering if they were blind.
However, the men all bowed to me, "Miss!"
It seemed 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 someone was behind me, but only I stood there. Still, I pointed at my nose, "Me?"
He nodded, his eyes reddening. Taking a step forward, I took a step back, frightened to my bones.
"W– what do you mean?" I was alarmed. 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 me sister? This is no movie!
"Miss Jessica, your parents have been searching all over for you. Please, come home 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 me, "sister". He was emotional, standing there and just staring at me.
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 media 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 me. I was dazed as I stared at it. I didn't need a mediator to tell me she was related to me.
"She's our mother," he affirmed 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 me if he returns?
With this thought, I followed the men. Staying behind might be my death, and going with these strangers might also lead to my death.
Death is death, no matter how it comes.