Destacar Lover | Zarry

Chapter : 39

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Zayn's Pov

The night air was thick with tension as Loren drove, his expression unreadable, tears silently tracing paths down his cheeks.

I couldn't help but frown, wondering why he was crying when I felt like I should be the one falling apart. My husband, the man I trusted, had turned out to be a total jerk, a liar who clearly didn't love me.

"Why are you crying, Loren?" I asked, my voice tinged with irritation.

He shot me a look, his eyes filled with a mixture of anger and hurt. "Give me a moment, Zayn. Imagine finding out your friend is secretly married to a world-famous pop star. How could you keep something so monumental from me? Do you know how worried I've been about you?"

I sighed, trying to maintain my composure. "So, now you're not worried about me just because I'm married to a celebrity?"

Loren shook his head, his voice cracking. "It's not about that. I just... I feel like a fool. I introduced you to Harry Styles as a fan when all along, you both have been married for lord knows how many years."

The weight of his words hit me hard. "Harry and I have been married for five years," I admitted, my voice barely a whisper.

Loren gasped, hitting the steering wheel in frustration. "I can't believe this. Everything feels like a lie. I made a complete fool of myself."

I winced, realizing how blindsided he must feel. "I get why you're upset, Loren. Anyone would be in your shoes."

As Loren composed himself, he asked, "Are we heading to your place?"

I glanced out the window, lost in my thoughts. "Yes."

"Will Harry be there?" Loren inquired, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "The AMA awards ended hours ago, and it's nearly 4 am."

"I'm not sure," I replied, my mind racing. "Just keep driving."

Silence enveloped us, the weight of the truth hanging heavy in the air as we navigated the darkened streets.

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I swung the front door open, pulling Loren inside and shutting it behind us. The room was dark as a cave, but muscle memory led me to the light switch. Clicking it on, the room lit up, revealing a total disaster.

Sofa cushions were strewn everywhere, the once-elegant flower vase lay shattered on the floor, and chairs were tipped over like a toddler's tantrum had hit the place.

Loren gasped, his eyes wide. "Dude, I think your place got robbed," he blurted out, looking around frantically.

I chuckled and shook my head. "Nah, this is just Harry blowing off steam. When he's pissed, stuff flies," I said, sidestepping a pile of broken glass. "Watch your step, there's glass all over."

Grabbing a dustpan and a broom, I motioned for Loren to sit on the couch.

"Take a seat. Let me clean this up quickly," I said, already bending down to start sweeping up the mess.

The clock read 4:30 am as I finished tidying up the living room. Every piece of furniture was back in its place, and the shattered remnants of a glass were now just a memory.

I sighed, washing my hands clean of the mess, and glanced at the time once more. That's when I noticed Loren standing silently by the kitchen door, watching me with a mix of concern and curiosity.