The Billionaire's Runaway Wife

Liam

This chapter is a special chapter. It is Liam's POV of chapters 5 when he meets Iris again and learns about Jace.

Enjoy 😊💕

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Liam Parker 

I loosened my tie, hating how suffocating it felt. I unbuttoned the first button of my polo and laid my head momentarily against the headrest of my swivel chair. 

Documents after documents. They never stop coming, damn it. 

I've been stuck in this office for the past few days because with the many mergers that was going on. It was an overload of work, but it was necessary. 

I turn around and pressed a button under my desk. The curtains automatically rolled up letting me see the view of the city in front of me. The glass floor to ceiling walls of my office let me enjoy the city view and take a break away from the tight grip of my work. 

Cars drove by everywhere, looking like ants and people came and left looking like small dots from way up here. 

I hadn't realized, but my mind went back to the same question that I've asked myself way too many times to count. 

Don't go there, Liam. 

I turn back to my paperworks and drown myself in it.

 Don't think of anything else, do what you have to do. 

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Hours passed on and I signed one of the last documents about the Coldplay Ent. merger. After this, I could go back to my condo. 

As much of a workaholic I was, I still need to rest. 

I grabbed another document and started reading it when I heard something from outside. My secretary seemed to be arguing with someone. Probably just someone trying to see me without an appointment. 

I absolutely hated it when people did that. If they wanted to see me, they should do it professionally and book a meeting time, not just show up thinking like they're some big-shots. 

However, minutes passed and my secretary still seemed to be in the same situation. Irritated, I stand up and walked towards the door. The muffled arguing started to become clearer and as I grabbed the handle of the door, pulling it open, I saw her. 

Her. 

I looked long and hard and moved my head in a way that I could see all of her. Is it really her? 

And then she stared back at me and I knew she was real. It was really her. 

But why? How? 

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Parker. This lady was insisting to--" 

"It's fine." I spoke out and closed the door behind me. Once she was out of sight, I took a deep breath and I hadn't realized that I was holding one out. 

What is she doing here? Why would she be here? 

However, I didn't have time to ask anymore questions. I saw on my chair and just moments after, she came in. It was really her. 

I stared again, not minding that I was probably making her feel intimidated. She should feel that way. She should stay away from me, why in the world did she come back? 

Everything was fine without her. I was fine without her. And now, out of nowhere she decides to come back? 

I felt somewhat irritated and annoyed that she was here in front of me. 

But another part of me wanted to run to her and embrace her. Of course, I pushed it aside. 

I refuse to have her back in my life.

She looked different. Though she still had those same chocolate eyes that matched her hair and though her lips were still the cherry red they were, she looked different. Though she had a perfect femme-fatale look, her long wavy hair hang loosely by on both her shoulders, she seemed dejected. 

Was seeing me again that bad? 

I could say the same. 

The look in her eyes didn't seem to incite any happiness either. Instead, they were cloudy and filled with thoughts. I observed as she looked around the room, probably noticing the changes in the office. 

"Well, this is a pleasant surprise." I say sarcastically. 

"It's been quite a while." she replies and looks around some more. More irritation. Why is she here? 

"Thing have changed ever since you left." I remind her and she finally meets my eyes. "Now, why don't you take a seat first, love." I tease. Instead of following what I said, she stayed in place and did something that I absolutely hated. She freakin bit her lower lip. 

Was she crazy? 

"You're right. Things have changed for the better." Strike one. I couldn't help the smirk that displayed on my lips.

"And that's why you're here?" 

She stopped for a while and that sad look in her eyes deepened. Who made her that down? 

"The reason I'm here... is not for me." Tears I hadn't noticed started falling off her eyes and my fists clench angrily. "It's for Jace." 

At the sound of the name, I almost punched myself, flip my table, destroy everything, feel disappointed. Of course she's here to some sort of help for her new lover. 

Though, I must say. She had some nerves saying that straight to my face. Did she forget that she was my wife? I wasn't irritated anymore, I was angry. My heart pumped faster at the emotion and made me to stand up and go towards her. 

She presses further away only to realize that she was trapped. I wanted to smile and chuckle at her misfortune, but the tears in her eyes annoyed me, slowly infuriating me. 

Being this close to her after a long time was hell. It was taking all of me not to put my hand up and pull her to me. Tell her I was sorry. Tell her the tr-- stop. 

Don't go there, Liam. 

Before I spoke, I make sure I brought out enough spite and hate, I made sure she felt it. "So you come back here, seeking help for your boyfriend? May I remind you th--" 

"Stop. He's not my boyfriend, he's our son." 

Blank. 

And then the heavy feeling in my chest and shoulders. I felt like a giant boulder a million times my weight was dropped on me. My eyes widened more and more as I was realizing what Iris was saying. 

I ask her again to be sure. 

"J-Jace is the oldest... Then th-there's Jamie and Ja-Jacob's the youngest. " 

Another bomb. 

This time, I swear my heart had stopped beating. All of a sudden, a huge hole was dug in my heart. And then I felt it. 

Hurt. 

What the actual fu--

"Where are they?" I ask suddenly remembering her reason of being here. 

"A-at my friend's house." 

"And Jace?" 

I wait for an answer. I wait for a reassuring answer that would tell me he was safe. Bur Iris cried some more and I was hurting some more.

Everything inside of me was crumbling. Questions started rotating in my head. I felt more and more uneasy as I waited for her answer. 

"Iris. What happened to Jace?" I ask again, almost pleading her to tell me. 

"He was kidnapped."