His Rose

Chapter 9

Time had passed by and It had been a month since their honeymoon, the couple finally settled back home when they reached Pakistan. Just a few days ago Haider's family hosted a dinner for them, congratulations on their wedding.

Zaeem was sulking the entire night during the dinner, and the minute they reached home he devoured her. The man was insatiable, his sexual stamina made Zaria wonder if it was normal.

Zaeem was in his office, looking through the paper work that needed signing. When a knock interrupted him.

"Sir, excuse me I'm sorry to disturb you but you have an unannounced guest, she says she's uh, a friend," his PA said, looking uncomfortable

"A friend," Zaeem asked

"Miss Tiffany Blossom sir," his PA said

Zaeem sighed and nodded to his PA to let his 'friend' in.

Tiffany walked in with clothing that barely covered anything, her signature red lipstick on.

"Zaeem it's so nice to see you, haven't seen you since your wedding," Tiffany said, as she said the word wedding with venom, her smile never faltering.

"What do you want Tiffany?" He asked bluntly

"Why can't an old friend visit Zaeem," she purred

"Cut the crap, what did you come here for," he asked, losing his patience

"Fine, I am here for a reason actually, it's to show you this actually," she said as she took out a paper folder from her huge Chanel bag.

She handed him the folder, confused he looked at her, she merely smiled at him. He opened the folder and took out the papers, they were pictures.

Zaeem stood up, his form tense, his hands clenched into fists, the eyes he raised were full of fire, right from the depths of hell.

Tiffany squirmed in her seat, his look made chills run down her spine.

"What is the meaning of this," he spat, his form shaking with anger he was trying to suppress

"I merely came here to hand you the truth, something you should have seen but missed out on," she said trying to look calm

"Get out," he said

"What?" She asked, confused

"I said GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY OFFICE!" He roared, as he banged his fists onto his desk, rattling all the things on the table

Tiffany scrambled out of the office in a flash.

Zaeem clenched his eyes shut, the images he saw haunting him, mocking him, how could he be so blind, Zaria had been slightly distant after their honeymoon, taking calls secretly, sometimes staying away from home for hours without informing him where she was heading.

But now he knew, he knew his wife for the scheming actress she was. He knew her for the back stabbing bitch she was.

He looked at the images once more, the pictures of Zaria's arms around Haider's neck, as she looked up at him with love glowing in her eyes, his hands around her waist, their faces inches apart.

He ran his hands through his hair, his eyes on his office door, he growled loudly and threw everything off his desk.

He felt numb.