Next to me, I felt Zayn's entire body turn rigid and his free hand curled up into a fist. I knew he wouldn't lose control though, that wasn't who he was.
“Yes I did, but I need you to tell me what you know first,” he answered in an icy tone.
“What do you want to know first, rich boy? How about I tell you how your fiancé came running to me on her wedding day, begging me to take her away? Or I could tell you how she had me sell her engagement ring to get tickets for both of us to leave the city.”
The tension in the room was palatable, the silence so defeating that it could drive a sane person into abnormality. Blood rushed to my head, making it pound hard. Was he telling the truth? My mind refused to believe him, but my heart told me that he was right. Things that I'd overlooked in the pa
