I was surprised at how corporative she was being. I almost broke the phone when she mentioned his name. Fury raged through me, but I pushed it aside firmly. On the third ring, Mark answered the phone and what he said confirmed my worst fears.
“Stop calling, Cindy. She doesn't want to talk to you,” he said in a voice that sounded more practiced than impatient, but I ignored that sign.
“It's not Cindy, it's Zayn. Can I speak to her?” I asked briskly, not letting him hear the pain in my voice.
“What the hell do you want? Haven't you done enough?” He hissed and my grip on the phone tightened. That little piece of…
“Just give the phone to Amelia, and then I won't be tempted to break your face when I see you,” I spat out.
“Don't you get it? She doesn't want anything to do with you. You r
