CHAPTER FORTY-SIX: Serious Injury

Scott grunted with his face twisted in pain, "Ow! What did you do that for?"

"That's what you get for poking your nose into what doesn't concern you!" Zara snarled, holding his shirt even tighter. "I thought I made it clear that I don't want to be followed. Why the hell did you follow me here?"

"Give me a break, Zara. Did you really expect me to stay back when you ran out of the house like a madwoman? I had to make sure you were okay."

She completely lost it. "Who are you to be concerned about my well-being? You never gave two fucks about me even when we were married. Why the hell are you bugging my life now that we are divorced?"

Scott said nothing to that. He just coughed and averted his eyes.

"Do you have any idea what you have done? And what your presence here cost me?" she continued to yell.

A few passersby glanced at them and whispered. Zara didn't give a damn. Today, she was going to set the record straight. She'd had enough of his bugging. Most importantly, she wanted to vent