Page 29 of I Accidentally Married A Sheikh

Zafir stares at me in disbelief. "Is this your way of telling me you are still choosing him over me?"

"I just want you to understand—-"

Zahir shoots to his feet, and the thought of him walking out has me in a panic.

"He's her opposite in every way. He doesn't get mad, doesn't do crazy and complicated like Mom. He's—-"

"Boring," Zahir snaps.

"He makes me feel safe—-"

"But he also leaves you cold."

I'm so, so sorry, God.

"I thought it would happen in time," I admit unevenly, "but I was wrong, and you were right. I didn't k-know what I was doing. Id-didn't realize I was l-leading him on—-" A sob catches in my throat. "I feel so ashamed. I d-disgust myself—-"

"Good."

I can't even make myself angry.

"That's exactly how you should feel when thinking of him."

I know now that Zafir has every right to despise me—-

"And then I want you to promise me you'll remember those feelings the next time you encounter your ex."

But when I look into his eyes, I realize I have it all wrong, and once again, it's just his jealousy speaking all along.

Oh, Zahir.

I want to explain how he hasnoreason to be jealous at all.

But the words remain stuck in my throat because he suddenly turns away and starts clearing the table.

"Dessert."

He's dumping the plates in the undercarriage of the trolley when he says this...and I don't get it?

"Are you asking what I want for dessert?"

He tears a pack of wipes open and cleans his hands, and the silence is nerve-wracking.

Is he still mad?

Or have I disgusted him so much that he can't even look at me?

What do I do now?

Zahir throws the wipes away before turning to face me.

"You misunderstand."

I don't think I did.

Because the look on his face as he walks towards me is scary as heck.

I'm dead.

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