Chapter 3 CH 3 LEAVE

Mia's Point Of View

I was discharged from the hospital three days later. My daddy paid my hospital bill and drove me to my penthouse. I built my penthouse a year before I got married to Liam.

When I got home, I was kind of tired. I walked into my room to take my bath.

Now, I finally have time to shower properly.

I stripped down naked and went to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and traced the injury mark with my fingers.

After I came out of the bathroom, I wore very light clothes. I was lost in thought when I heard the ping of my doorbell. 'Who could it be by this time,' I thought.

When I got to the door to open it, I saw someone I was least expecting standing at the entrance in a black round neck and a black pair of jeans, looking so cute and innocent as he stood outside my door, Liam.

"Yes, what do you want??" I asked him.

"I brought some of your stuff for you because I figured out you would need it. They are in my boot," he answered, pointing towards his red BMW, which I know he just got because he didn't have this car when we were together.

Liam is a billionaire, a billionaire who loves changing cars almost every week and a billionaire who breaks my heart into a million shreds. If you visit his penthouse, you will think he is into car selling or car leasing.

When I got married to Liam, a lot of people resented our marriage. Most people thought I got married to him because of his money.

The funniest part is, that I also have my own money and my own company but am not wealthy compared to Liam, even though my wealth has added up because of my divorce with Liam.

I followed him to his car as he opened his boot to bring out the stuff he had brought. He tried to strike up a conversation with me. But I didn't pay attention to him.

When I was carrying the last bag, he pulled me by my waist, making me so close to him that I could feel his breath on my face.

"Mia," he mentioned my name and I swear that had a serious effect on me. I thought I had gotten over this guy.

"Liam, you are crossing your lane, do you think you still have that effect on me???" I asked in anger as I pushed him away and walked inside angrily.

"Mia, Mia," he said as he kept following me.

"Well, I think you are done here. Thank you, but don't you think it is time to go back home to meet your new wife or girlfriend," I uttered sarcastically.

"At least, listen to what I have to say," he urged me.

"Well, as you can see, I am not interested," I replied, and I slammed the door and bolted it behind.

After he left, I felt like a fool. I shouldn't have given him the impression that he still had an effect on me.

A few minutes after he left, my dad and stepmum came to visit me, and he brought up the suggestion for me to travel out of this country to Paris that he had gotten the ticket and everything ready.

"It's okay if you don't want to travel. I won't force you either" my dad said, and he stared at me.

"Dad, I am trying to figure out what went wrong. I can't even control the pain in my heart and that is what is hurting me more" I said, and he pulled me into his warm embrace as I cried.

I know that if I travel to Paris, it will give me enough time to heal, to forget about Liam and focus more on the personal growth of myself and my child. It will be the best decision for me to travel. I am even tired of staying in this toxic environment because everything here will keep reminding me of Liam. But the question is, am I ready to get over the little sweet memory I had with Liam???

"I will go, Dad," I answered, and my dad gave me a little smile.

"I will send one of the maids to assist you with packing. You leave for the airport by 7:30 AM tomorrow." my dad said.

We talked for a few minutes before my stepmother and dad returned home. My dad said he had a business matter to handle.

"I'm done packing your stuff, ma'am," The maid said, as I snapped out of my thoughts which were filled with Liam, I just nodded my head and thanked her.

The next day, I was preparing to go to the airport around 6:30 am when I saw Liam's message.

His message stated: Please, let's meet today. I need to tell you something very important. You can choose the location and time

Well, unfortunately for him, we can't meet. I just read his text and did not bother to reply to him. I am trying to get over you, but you still keep coming into my mind. I continue to prepare for my trip to Paris.

I'm going to Paris to have a great time and to be happy, not to get sulked by an ex-husband who never cared about me or even his unborn child. I picked up my phone and I wanted to reply to his message telling him I was not in the country again, but I had a second thought. Do I still love Liam?? Am I ever going to get over him?? It won't be easy because he was my first love. I was still lost in my thoughts when I heard my brother's voice.

"Mia, are you done packing!" my brother shouted from the sitting room.

"I'm coming, almost done. Give me a few minutes. I will be downstairs soon!" I responded to my brother in the same high tone.

When I got downstairs, I rushed into my brother's arms and hugged him so tight. It has been up to 2 years since I have seen my brother, and I think I really need this hug.

He helped me out with my bag, and we got into his car as he drove me down to the airport. We got out of the car and my brother escorted me to the airport. I met the shock of my life. I saw Liam walking towards my direction and I looked back at my brother, but he raised his hands up, indicating that he knew nothing about it.

"Mia, please let's talk. Give me a chance to tell you what I have to say," Liam said, as he held my hand, but I snatched my hand from his grip.

"Liam, don't you get it?? What else do you want to say? What else do you want to do that you haven't done?? It is over Liam, we are divorced officially. I don't want to see you around me if you don't want me to call the cops on you" I said as I walked away from him, heading towards my dad's private jet.

"At least inform me when it is time for your due date, let me be there for you when it is time to give birth to our child" he said. As I heard that statement, he said, it made me more furious.

"What do you mean by our child?? For your information, I am not pregnant. I have aborted the child since that is what you want. I don't want your seed in me. I don't want to bear your child. I don't want to see my child and keep remembering you and keep remembering the pain I went through." I said as I saw him break down, I don't really care if I hurt him with my words at that point, because all he ever did was hurt me too.

"Isn't that what you want?? Why are you now pretending that you are hurt?? You have always wanted me to abort my child and I have done it. Please.