His Arrogant CEO

The Cold Husband

The first week as Mrs. Malik was hell. Zayan ignored me completely. We had breakfast, lunch, and dinner in the same dining hall, but he never looked at me. His secretary, Miss Sara, ate with him more than I did.

"Zayan, the board meeting is at 10," Sara said, placing coffee in front of him. Her hand lingered on his shoulder a second too long.

I gripped my spoon tighter. Why did it hurt? He was just my contract husband.

"Thank you, Sara," Zayan said, his voice soft for her. The same voice that was ice for me.

That night, I heard laughter from his office. I tiptoed to the door. Sara was there, sitting on his desk, her dress riding high.

"Zayan, you're working too hard," she purred. "Let me help you... relax."

My heart shattered. I ran back to my room, tears streaming. So this was my life? Watching my husband with other women?

But at 2 AM, my door burst open. Zayan stood there, tie loose, eyes blazing with anger.

"Why were you spying on me?" he growled.

"I... I wasn't," I stammered.

"Liar," he stepped closer, trapping me against the wall. "You are my wife. No other woman has the right to touch me. Remember that."

His face was inches from mine. I could smell his expensive cologne, see the fire in his grey eyes. For a second, I thought he would kiss me.

But he stepped back, cold mask on again. "Stay in your room after 10 PM. That's Rule 4." He slammed the door.

I touched my lips, still tingling from his near touch. The arrogant CEO was jealous? Or was I just imagining it?