Calamity [Zarry Stylik AU]©️

Chapter 30: JUST SAY IT, PLEASE

Z,

I got into the car fuming, slamming the door behind me. I sat in the backseat, next to Taryn who watched me carefully.

As promised, my assistant and friend, managed to get me a car with a driver so I could move into town without being detected by unwanted eyes. Turned out that the news of Gigi's presence attracted several journalists and photographers who were hoping to catch a glimpse of the supermodel in rural England.

"I'm guessing it didn't go as planned," Taryn observed.

I looked out the window, biting the skin out of my thumb and still feeling the anger boil within me.

Why did everything have to be so hard?

Where did the Gigi I once knew had gone? Who was this bitter person I had just spoken to?

In part, was my fault for not loving her, while wanting her company and keeping her at arm's distance. It was all my fault. Gigi was a good woman, a beautiful person, inside and out, which I managed to ruin. It was my fault.

I thought about it carefully. Gigi never really argued about Perrie, and it never came up, even though everyone in our circle knew about us.

When Perrie and her crossed paths, Gigi would not acknowledge my mistress -, to my wife, Perrie was nothing. It had always been this way. Gigi would shrug it off, place herself above any woman second to her and claim her crown by my side.

Perrie was a non-issue.

It didn't matter, because Gigi had me and the fame, but I wondered which weight was more on her scale. I wondered if she suffered. I wondered if I had made her cry. I wondered if, when hearing the rumours, her heart would break a little.

"It didn't," I concluded.

Taryn ordered the car to move, and the driver took us away.

"So?"

"She's pregnant," I announced. Taryn exhaled loudly and I heard her curse under her breath. "Before you ask, it's not mine. It's Cameron's."

"Oh shit." My assistant replied. "When did that happen?"

"According to Gigi when I was on a depressed vacation."

"Does he know?"

"I have no idea. She told me to fuck off." Taryn sucked in her teeth. "She knows about Harry."

"She does? How?"

"That fucking blog posted his name," I explained, running my hand through my hair. "So, she knows why I want the divorce."

"You wanted to divorce her before Harry."

"Yes, but now my motives are solid. I want someone else, and I am done with her. How do you think her ego feels?" I asked rhetorically, looking out the window. "Can we find out whose blog that is and if they can remove Harry's name?"

"Sure. I'm on it." Taryn picked up her phone, writing a message. "How are we going about this, then? Are you giving up?"

I looked at Taryn with a frown.

"Give up? No. I'm getting my divorce. I promised Harry."

"He's going to be upset..."

"I know. I need to assure him, that everything is going to be okay. Knowing him, he'll probably suggest we continue a secret and I stay married for Gigi's sake."

I knew he would be. Harry was a sensitive soul. I needed to make him see that all was going to be okay.

"He's so good to you, sweetheart. Such a kind heart and overall good energy. And that hair!"