Zara’s POV

After their chat, Enrique ended the call and handed the phone back to me without saying a word. He then excused himself to continue watching his television show. I was about to start washing the dishes when Nick called again. For a moment, I was tempted to ignore the call, but in the end, I couldn't.

“Wazzup, Nick? You called again,” I said.

“Did you know that Giselle is one of my clothing models, right? Your husband is here supporting her,” he informed me. I wished he hadn't.

A new wave of pain washed over me, a pain I thought I was immune to.

“It's fine... he told...