It was hard for me to accept it—to accept that this was Zayn in front of me, addressing me as Ms. Paulson.

Since I came to this city, even on the first day we set eyes on each other after so many years, which common sense should tell him I would still be angry with him, he never did call me this.

Zayn hasn't looked at me with such indifference as he's doing now, as if I'm just a mere co-worker who is inferior to him.

As much as I wanted Zayn to leave, I never expected it in such a brutal way. It made me nearly cry, but I...