Wife Or Her? (Zayn Malik FanFiction)

Chapter 15

A/N: It's a long chapter, enjoy reading loves! x

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Flora

It's a disastrous day for me yesterday. I sat on the bathroom floor, fully-clothed while the showers still running. I hugged myself and let all my tears out. I remembered that I kept telling myself that I have to be strong and hide all my feelings for him. Showed to Zayn I'm emotionless, that I don't care if he have another affair.

He warned you before don't fall in love with him but you're fucking stubborn!

I don't know if I could handle it. It's been two months we officially married, and all I've got is pain, tears, pain, tears. Not love. He never know how much I am hurting all this time, I could say that I'm pretty good at hiding my emotion. Well, he never cares about me anyway. I'm not his type, why should he wasting his time liking this clumsy, stupid girl like me?

I laughed at myself - I'm such an idiot. This is what you get when high hope too much, you will get hurt eventually.

Stupid me, stupid feelings, stupid Zayn.

After two hours in the shower - gaining all my strength back, I peeled off my wet clothes and changed into a new one. I looks so horrible - pale, dry lips, eyebags under my eyes. I did a little touch-up on my face so Zayn didn't feel curious.

I didn't expect him to buy dinner, but well he said, "I thought maybe you don't have mood to cook today, so I ordered Chinese."

Yeah, you're right, I have no mood.

He bombarded me with a lot of questions - Why you running upstairs earlier? Did I do something? I went to your room, but you were taking shower? For two hours? Are you sick? Want me to bring you to a clinic?

Why he cares? He shouldn't care about me, he should care about his personal assistant with those tight pencil skirt, yeah? I thought Perrie was his last, but no, I guess I'm wrong.

I just replied with empty tone, "Shut up Zayn, I'm fine. Now eat before I lost my appetite."

We just ate in silence, only sounds of two persons chewing, spoons and forks. I ate half of my food, then just threw it into the trash bin. Before Zayn could speak, I climbed upstairs, went to my room and sleep.

That's how my day went yesterday. So here I am, at 8:30 early in the morning, making breakfast. I groaned. I don't have enough sleep last night, I'm feeling extremely tired.

Zayn strolled down and went to the kitchen, sat on the counter. He's looking good as usual, his raven hair seems pretty great. I wonder how much hair product he used.

"Morning, my wife!"

Yeah, wife. I'm his unlucky wife.

"Morning, Zayn! Hm, you looks so happy this morning. Have you take the wrong pills?" I joked, before continued stirring the eggs - I'm making omelette today.

He showed his marvelous smile, "I'm going to breakfast with Lenox and go to the office together."

I almost dropped the bowl when he mentioned Lenox. I looked up, furrowed my brows, "But...I'm making breakfast for you?"

"You can eat mine, Flora. Next time, yeah?" he said, sounded cool - not any slight of guilty. My heart literally sanked like Titanic.

I couldn't believe he fucking ditched our breakfast for that woman.

I put the bowl down, as usual faking a smile, "Alright, I don't mind. It's like a normal thing that a boss going to breakfast with his personal assistant, yeah?" I lied, my voice at the end sounded really unconvincing.