Zayyad gently removed the bottle from my grasp and held my face gently.
"Things just started working out for us, and I'm not going to let my past ruin it" he breathed.
"look at me, Layla" he urged when I closed my eyes, trying to stop the tears that were threatening to spill out. It was futile, my eyes betrayed me even though it was closed, stubborn tears seeped out, wetting my lashes and rolled down, staining my cheeks.
He cleaned both cheeks but the tears wasn't relenting. He hugged me tightly for a while before I pulled away.
"I'm okay, I really am" I said, my voice came out low and raspy.
"you are not, stop trying to be strong, please, I've done nothing but made cry and bother you since we got married, something is always messing it up and it's always my fault and I'm sorry that
