Vivian's POV
I watched as Zayn's expression darkened at the mention of divorce but for a moment, he didn't say a word. With a hardened jaw, he opened the passenger door and gestured with a tilt of his head.
"Get in the car, Vivian," he finally said when I didn't move.
"Did you hear what I said? I want a—"
"I heard you," he interrupted, his voice dropping to a cold tone that sent goosebumps to my skin. "But we are not having this conversation on the curb of your mother's driveway. Get. In."
I looked at his angry profile and the sharp line of his jaw that was tight enough to snap. I had a thousand more words gathered in my throat and a few curses at him for misleading me but the sheer weight of his presence silenced me. With a hard swallow, I grudgingly climbed into the seat
