Zayn's pov.
When I got back to the house, Caitlyn was sitting in the living room, her eyes fixed on the television. She didn't notice my presence, or maybe she did and decided to ignore me. Even when I joined her on the couch, she didn't look at me or say a word to me.
I stared at her for a while, taking a note of her furrowed brows and the way her foot tapped the floor repeatedly. I let her be for a while, giving her the opportunity to come clean on her own. Again, I was exhausted after cleaning up the mess I made today, and the silence was all I needed.
“I know our marriage is nothing but an agreement, but do you really have to treat me with no respect?” She suddenly blurted out, darting her eyes to my direction.
Her tone was strict, like she was scolding me.
I fought the urge t
