18 ??This couldnt be happening?? (1/2)

LEIA

Shock had me standing motionless.

”Ammar,” I whispered and his head turned toward me, a slow grin crawling up his lips.

I willed myself to walk forward but it was like I was physically incapable. Mom and Dad stared at me expectantly. As if I was supposed to run forward and hug Ammar like this was a movie and we were long lost lovers.

The truth was, I was still hung-up on Zayn and our conversation back in the car. As I stared at my husband, I forced myself to feel an ounce of the attraction I felt for Zayn. Yet I couldn't muster those tingly feelings. I didn't find comfort in Ammar's harsh black eyes. My stomach didn't flutter seeing him smile.

Actually . . . I was going to be sick.

Before I knew it, I was cupping a hand over my mouth and sprinting across the room towards the bathroom and emptying the contents of my stomach. By the time I was done, I felt numb and a bad aftertaste of the weird substance soured my mouth. The air also smelled extremely unpleasant.

I flushed the toilet, barely hearing the concerned voices right outside the door and loosening the knot of my scarf from around my neck. Immediately after I had entered through the main door, I had ripped off my veil and barged into my parents' room—only to find this.

I gargled and stared at my reflection in the mirror. God, I looked dead.

”Babe?” Ammar gently knocked on the door and I shuddered.

Why was I feeling this way? Ammar was my husband—only for another excruciating week—and sure, I didn't like him most of the time but that was only because . . .

I drew in calming breaths and told myself to calm down. Only a week's torture and he'd be out of my life for good.

The door popped open and Ammar's head stuck inside to peek at me. ”You okay?”

”Yeah,” I lied. ”Just a stomach bug. Sorry.”

He smiled, buying into my lie. That was another difference between him and Zayn. I mentally slapped myself for thinking about Zayn again.

Ammar opened the door wider for me and stepped back to allow me space to get out. I stiffened when his hand entangled with mine and when I saw the predatory look in his eyes, I was scared out of my mind.

No. No. No.

”Did you like my surprise?” He whispered, face nearing mine until my back was ramrod straight and my stomach fell to the floor.

Please don't let me be sick again.