He hung up the phone and immediately turned to me, his face softening again as though he hadn’t just issued that cruel declaration.
“Xandra, don’t misunderstand,” he said, his tone almost patronizing. “Melinda’s a delicate girl. If I hadn’t said that, she wouldn’t let me leave.”
“You stay here and rest. I’ll take you to the hospital as soon as I’ve sorted things out for her.”
I wasn’t surprised by his choice. I’d stopped being surprised a long time ago. No matter what promises he made to me, once Melinda appeared, I would always be the one pushed aside. Every single time. My heart felt hollow, as though it had been carved out with a blade and left to bleed. I watched him turn to leave, his determination unwavering.
“Zayn,” I called out, my voice a whisper.
He stopped in his tracks, but when he turned to face me, his expression was already laced with irritation.
"Xandra! Didn’t I tell you already? Melinda was stopped by a drunkard and is in danger!"
Zayn’s voice was filled with self-righteous anger.