Zora
I tried to hold myself together so I wouldn’t pass out from heartbreak, but the more I tried to stay calm and forget the situation, the more I remembered everything about Zayn that caused me even more pain.
I went to my room and reached for my phone, disregarding the buzz it had made earlier. I turned on the mobile connection and opened my favorite social media platform, where I watched funny reels and memes. I wanted to keep myself busy with that so I could more easily forget the heart-wrenching betrayal.
However, with each video I scrolled through, regardless of how funny and interesting it was, the only thing I could see and visualize was the scene of what had just transpired between me and Zayn a few minutes earlier.
After struggling for almost twenty minutes on the platform, trying to engage with those videos, I finally logged out and flung my phone back on the couch, unable to stop the thoughts of my husband.
The fact that he had just left without telling me his whereabouts and even threatened to switch lines hurt me even more because this was my rightful husband.
I quickly went to my wardrobe and changed my dress. I was going to spend the rest of the day at my friend’s house because I knew staying alone in the house would be very risky.
With the way I was feeling, I might at some point consider taking my own life.
After dressing up, I reached for my phone and strolled out of the building. I wouldn’t drive because I wasn’t in the right frame of mind.
I walked down the road and boarded a cab.
“I’m going to Bevois Valley district,” I told the driver as I hopped into the car.
He started the engine and drove off to the location.
The drive took less time than I expected, and we arrived quickly. Perhaps it was because I was consumed with thoughts throughout the drive that I didn’t notice when we arrived.
I paid him and headed to my friend’s building address.
I powered on my phone and looked at the screen, only to notice it was already eight o’clock p.m.
Gently, I knocked on the gate several times, but no one responded. After standing at the gate for about ten minutes, I decided to dial Daisy’s phone number.
I wondered why her security hadn’t opened the gate for me despite my mentioning my name several times as I knocked.
“Hello, Daisy, please come to my rescue. I’ve been standing outside the gate for almost ten minutes now. Your security guard has refused to respond, let alone let me in.”
“Oh my God, Zora. I’m so sorry for this. I hope everything is okay with this surprise visit,” she said, her tone filled with curiosity.
“Daisy, just get me in first. We can discuss that later. It’s really a long story,” I responded, tears evident in my voice.
“Okay. He will let you in shortly. I’m really sorry that he ignored you. It’s our new policy not to let anyone in after eight o’clock p.m.”
“It’s okay. I understand it’s for security reasons.”
The call ended shortly, and about two minutes later, the security guard opened the small entry gate, and I walked in. I headed straight to the main building where Daisy and her husband lived.
With how I was feeling, I didn’t want to talk to anyone except Daisy, who understood me. Even a little something could provoke me to unleash my frustration on the person.
Daisy, on the other hand, had already come downstairs and was waiting for me in the corridor to lead me in.
“Welcome, dear,” she said. “You look so troubled and sad. What happened?” she asked as she embraced me with a hug.
I parted my lips to speak but couldn’t; instead, tears welled up, and I burst into tears.
“Talk to me, Zora. What’s the problem? How’s your husband, Zayn? Please stop crying,” she continued, already worried.
I breathed out a heavy sigh and gulped hard. “Let’s go in first,” I said, taking a deep breath.
“Okay. Let’s go in.”
Inside Daisy’s bedroom, I sat on the small couch while she sat next to me.
“Zora, I really can’t believe Zayn did this to you. How could he? Oh my God, I feel so sad for you,” she exclaimed after I had recounted my story to her.
She wrapped her arms around her chest, feeling chills down her spine.
“I’ve never seen someone divorce his wife on their wedding anniversary and also his birthday. What really transpired between you both to lead to this?”
“I remember we talked on the phone yesterday, and you told me how you both had discussed your family issues and agreed to work on your flaws. How did we end up here?” she couldn’t stop exclaiming and asking.
A few minutes later, she sighed and cleared her throat to speak. “Well, you shouldn’t worry about this, Amanda. I’ll talk to my husband when he’s back from his trip tomorrow so he can talk some sense into him.”
“How could that help, Daisy? Zayn didn’t listen to my plea, and you think he’d listen to your husband?” I said through my sobs.
“Trust me, Amanda, it will help. Have you forgotten they’re business partners? Lately, there’s a huge contract Zayn is trying to secure with the help of my husband.”
“Really? And he never told me,” I said, shocked.
Zayn had been telling me that his business wasn’t doing well, which made me stop asking him for money for food or other basic needs.
For the past two months, I had been the one catering to our needs.
“Don’t worry. He will certainly listen to him because he wouldn’t want to lose the contract,” Daisy assured me, cupping my cheeks so I could stop crying.
“Thank you so much, Daisy. I would really be grateful if this works out. I want to save my marriage,” I sobbed and hugged her in appreciation.
Just then, her phone buzzed, and she unlocked it to check the reason.
What happened, Daisy?" I asked her as she stared at the phone screen for a while after answering the call."Oh, it's my husband. He said he's returning tonight," Daisy replied and forced a smile at me."Alright. Let's wait for him then," I replied, sitting up so I wouldn't fall asleep."No, dear. You should sleep. He'll come late because their flight hasn't even taken off. He would have to call me when he's back," she replied."Alright then. Hopefully, he comes back safely. Goodnight," I responded and went to bed. A few minutes later, after going through her phone, Daisy went to their marital bedroom to sleep as well.I woke up after hearing some noise, and it was coming from the kitchen. I reached for my phone and powered it on. It was then that it dawned on me that it was already morning and that it was Daisy's maids who were making the sound in the kitchen as they were cooking.I rose from the bed and walked into the restroom to wash my face before strolling out to meet Daisy and h
ZORA"W - what do you mean by that statement, Zayn? Tell me it's a prank," I stuttered, completely stunned as my husband introduced the lady to us.The audacity stabbed deeply into my chest. How could he be so bold to say that to us even?"Don't act surprised, Zora. It's nothing new. Is it? You already knew there's no love in our union, but you overlooked it, forcing things that are not meant to be," Zayn remarked, worsening the pain I'm feeling."No, Zayn. There is love. I have loved you and will always do. What is it that I'm not doing right, Zayn?" I stuttered, my voice weak."Yes, I know Zora. But haven't you asked yourself if it's the same for me too? Come on, it has been a one-sided love. You should be grateful because I made it open to you that I'm no longer interested instead of keeping you in the marriage to torment you," he said, his voice bold and exuding authority.My throat felt so dry upon hearing that. Even Blake and Daisy, my friend, were shocked to their marrow as wel
ZORA"What are you doing, Zora?" Daisy asked me as she approached me. Her face was laced with disappointment."At least accept the offer. You can't just spend your three years with him only to leave with nothing. Please rethink. Go back and collect those documents," she urged me."I really understand you, Daisy, but I'm not interested in the offer. I loved Zayn with my whole heart and not because of his status. Please just let me have my way to my room so I could get my things and leave."Hearing this, Daisy couldn't help but coldly walk out of the way for me."I really appreciate your kindness towards me, but I'm not really interested in any of his offers," I told her and proceeded to my room while she sluggishly left.A few minutes later I was done packing my luggage, and I stormed out of the room, heading downstairs to leave the house.Upon walking down, Daisy and her husband weren't there anymore. Zayn and Paige were the only ones who remained, as they were busy playing lovebirds
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ZORA I paid the cab driver and hurried into the compound. I rushed to prepare dinner for my husband because it was our anniversary and his birthday.I had decided to cook his special meal as part of his birthday gift. I wanted to show him how much I loved him and how happy I was that he married me.Zayn, a famous billionaire who ran the multimillion-dollar firm he inherited from his father, and I had been married for three years. We married a year after graduating from college.Although Zayn hadn't been the best husband over the past three years, I kept hoping for his change.The lack of a child contributed to his sudden change. We had visited many medical places, but it seemed we weren’t doing something right. However, today I felt excited because I had a special surprise: a hospital report showing I was one month pregnant!We lived in a sophisticated villa in Southampton City, surrounded by servants and luxury. Despite that, I always preferred to cook his meals myself because I wan