Married To One, Inlove with Another

Desire

Chapter 5

Zara POV

I stormed into the house, fury boiling over. How dare he disregard me and our child after abandoning us for three years? And now, he'd cost me my job.

I burst into his study, determination fueling my steps. He looked up, a smug smirk spreading across his face.

"What did you do?" I thundered, my voice echoing off the walls. "How dare you get me fired?"

His smirk grew wider, infuriating me further.

"You think you can just walk back into my life and dictate my choices?" I demanded.

His eyes locked onto mine, a challenge sparking within them.

"Did you expect me to watch you work in such a restaurant?" he asked, his tone condescending.

I laughed sarcastically, tears of frustration welling up. "Why can't I live my life on my own terms? Was I supposed to sit jobless and starve? I have a son and a brother to care for. Don't you understand?"

My voice cracked as I screamed, but he remained unmoved, chuckling.

"Why did you need to work?" he said, his voice dripping with entitlement. "You have my black card. It's loaded with enough money for your lifetime upkeep."

His words cut deep, revealing the depth of his disconnect.

"You think money solves everything?" I spat, anger and hurt boiling over. "You abandoned us, left us without a word. Your money can't replace your absence, your love, your support."

His expression remained unyielding, pride and stubbornness etched on his face.

"I did that because I had no choice," he said. "And I left my black card for your expenses."

"Now I understand," I replied, tears welling up. "You think everything revolves around money. You don't care about my happiness or our son's well-being. You ignored me, and now you're harming your own flesh and blood. I forgot you're capable of such ruthlessness."

I took a deep breath, steeling myself.

"I won't continue this charade. This marriage suffocates me. I want to live my life, not be a puppet. I'll prepare the divorce papers. I'm done," I declared, my fist clenched.

He rose to his feet, his expression menacing.

"You're not divorcing me," he growled. "You have no right to walk away."

His words sent a chill down my spine.

"You're confined to this house from now on. No going out," he barked, turning to leave.

I chased after him, desperation fueling my steps. "You keep doing this! You keep walking away without explaining anything!"

I blocked his path, pleading. "Must you be so stubborn? Must you always fight me?" He asked, his eyes blazed with anger, red-rimmed from unshed tears.

I stood frozen as he sidestepped me and strode toward the door.

With a surge of adrenaline, I rushed after him once more, but he slammed the door shut behind himself. I frantically tried the handle, then remembered my spare key. But it wouldn't fit – he'd changed the lock.

Panic set in as I pounded on the door, trapped and helpless.

"Let me out!" I screamed, but only silence replied.

I collapsed to the floor, tears streaming down my face. "How dare you lock me in!" I sobbed.

Minutes passed, and I slowly stood up, wiping away tears. My phone beeped, breaking the silence.

I pulled it from my back pocket, hoping Ava had messaged with news from the restaurant. But the message was from an anonymous number.

"I'm sorry for what I did to you. I wish I could travel back in time to correct those mistakes. But I'll try my best to fix everything. Be okay for me, Zara."

My mind raced. Who could this be? Who wanted to fix past wrongs? Many people had hurt me; which one was seeking redemption?

I re-read the message, searching for clues. The words echoed in my heart, a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness.

Could it be him? Who could it be? I needed answers, but the anonymous sender remained a mystery.

Exhausted from speculation, I surrendered to the mystery. "Whoever you are, please move on and don't try to fix it," I whispered, overwhelmed.

With too many issues to resolve already, I couldn't handle more complications.

Night fell swiftly, and I had arranged for Ava to take Daniel and Julian in for the night, sparing them the impending storm.

The car's horn signaled his arrival. I steeled myself, ready to face him.

He stumbled into the living room, and I approached, determination etched on my face.

But he swayed, on the brink of collapse.

"Gosh!" I exclaimed, irritated. I pulled out the black card and held it out. "This is the card you gave me. I don't need it. I want to live my own life. I want a divorce."

His response stunned me - a charming, drunken smile.

"Is this amusing to you?" I shouted, infuriated. "I said I want a divorce!"

He swayed closer, his eyes locking onto mine.

"You're beautiful," he slurred, his breath tinged with alcohol. "How can someone like you want to leave me?"

His hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me close.

"I'm all yours," he whispered, his finger lifting my chin. "How can you live without me?"

Despite his intoxication, his charming gaze disarmed me, making resistance harder.

I struggled to break free from his grasp, torn between anger and unwanted attraction.

Memories of that fateful night flooded back – the passionate lovemaking, followed by his sudden departure, accusations of infidelity, and a crippling silence that lasted a week. The pain and betrayal still lingered.

Gazing at the man before me, I felt disgust and anger. How could he have hurt me so deeply? I longed to push him away, but his grip remained unyielding.

His lips inches from mine, he whispered, "Do whatever pleases you, I know I've wronged you, but I can't let you go."

His words sent shivers down my spine as he claimed my lips, rekindling the sweetness and irresistible charm I'd felt three years ago.

For a moment, I hesitated, wondering if I was making another grave mistake. But my resistance crumbled, and I surrendered to the kiss. Desire overpowered reason, and I reciprocated, letting emotions consume me.

As we deepened the kiss, the past melted away, leaving only the intoxicating attraction that once bound us.