“Say it, Ami. Spit it out and make it easier for both of us.
I fiddled with my brand new wedding ring, turning the band around and running my finger over the word engraved there. Tracing those lines gave me strength because it was a reminder as to why I was doing this. I was doing this for Zayn, for a man who loved me so passionately that it knocked the breath out of me. I was doing it for happiness, for my happiness and for our happiness.
“Mark, this isn't how I wanted to…” my words were stuck in my throat. I was blinking back tears as he stared at me with hostility and accusation in his eyes. The park was quite with only the distinct sound of crickets adding to the painful silence. Night had fallen and only faint light coming from the nearby traffic proved that people were still arou
