Want The Marriage

Ava.

"Ava, how are you?" Zayn asked as he and the rest of the gangs except Jared walked into the room. They all came by my side and Zayn sat on the chair beside the bed. He, of them all, looked especially pale and haggard.

"I am fine." I said, wishing they had come a little later. I could've had time to grieve my failed marriage, at least.

"Where is Jared?"

"Don't try that shit next time, Ava. I ought to have told you before you left but Zayn told me not to." Tristan's lips twitched downwards as he glanced around his environment. After his mom died in one, he despised hospitals the most and wouldn't often visit because he couldn't hold his temper so long in one. At a time, there had been several sequential incidents where he had ruined the hospital facilities and beat up their doctors. It almost landed him in Edward's courtyard but his father had been a loyal servant and an old friend of dad. Even with his temper, he was still the most patient and honest of us all.

"Tell me what?"