Blanche's POV
Zain was furious. Before, I would have panicked, thinking it was the end of everything.
Now? I couldn't care less.
So what if he's pissed off? I thought, almost smirking.
The madder Zain got, the steadier I became.
"I used to be confused about priorities, but not anymore," I said, my voice level.
Worried he'd misunderstand, I clarified, "That's why I'm returning home to look after my family."
I could sense Zain's grip on the phone tightening. Though streetlight bathed his face in warm light through the window, I imagined it couldn't ease the storm brewing in his expression.
I could tell from his ragged breathing that rage was consuming him, but I felt nothing. Casually, I said, "Anything else? I'm hanging up."
Zain's voice came out as a low, dangerous growl. "Blanche, do you have any idea what you're saying?"
"Crystal clear," I shot back.
Before he could respond, I ended the call.
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Zain's POV
I stared at the dead screen, fury burning through my chest.
