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CHAPTER 33
-Zara’s POV-
Back at the mansion, I could feel the tension strongly in the house. I’d made Storm cry and gotten Snow upset at me.
It was a double–trouble situation.
Prior, Snow had been distant since that kiss and I couldn’t do anything about it. I was no longer angry now that Storm was sad.
I waited outside Storm’s room, my heart still heavy. I needed to speak to Snow, to understand what was really going on with him.
Ever since I’d found out about Storm, things had been… complicated.
But when Snow walked out of Storm’s room with an unreadable expression, I took a deep breath and stepped forward.
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“Snow,” I called softly, trying to calm my voice. “Can we
talk?”
He paused, glancing over his shoulder, his eyes hard.
“About what?”
I swallowed, not wanting to upset him, but I needed answers. “About everything. I’m sorry. I didn’t know
Storm was-”
He cut me off coldly. “That’s the problem, Zara. You don’t know. You don’t understand anything,” he said, facing me. “You’re too busy being nosy to be sensitive enough to what others are going through.”
‘I gasped. Was that all he saw me as?
His words hit home like a slap, and I blinked,
completely stunned. “Nosy?” I repeated, barely keeping my voice steady. “Snow, I was just trying to help. I
didn’t mean-”
“You were being selfish,” he snapped, cutting me off again. “Storm doesn’t need you to dig into his life. He doesn’t need you to fix anything. You’re not helping, Zara. You’re just making things worse.”
The accusation stung more than I expected. I balled
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myself. “That’s not fair, Snow. I wasn’t trying to make him sad-
He turned his back on me, walking away before I could finish. I bit my lower lip as his words echoed in my ears as he headed toward the bend leading to the elevator.
“Just leave him alone, Zara,” he called over his shoulder. “You’ve done more than enough help. We don’t want
more.”
I stood there, frozen in place, as his words sank in. My heart clenched with frustration and pain. I wasn’t trying to hurt anyone. I just… I just wanted to help.
But to Snow, I was just another problem.
In anger and hurt, I attempted to storm off in the opposite direction, when I halted and moved closer to the door. “Storm?” My voice was calm despite my rage. “I’m sorry, Kiddo. Aunt Zar, I never meant to hurt you.”
I waited for about ten seconds before walking out, hoping the ache in my chest would subside.
-Later That Week-
Since Snow barely spoke to me since that night and
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withdrew, I did the same thing, focusing instead on
work.
For the first time since Snow and I married, it felt like
a marriage contract.
Prior, we coexisted in a fun way if I do say so myself
but now…
I shook my head. I didn’t need such distractions. getting the better of me. In this life I wanted to be my best and who knows get loved as an added bonus down the line with Mr. Right when the time came.
Sadly, the tension between us had become unbearable, ‘but I tried my best to push it aside.
He was busy preparing for the upcoming deal with Marcus, and I couldn’t afford to get distracted by our personal issues. I had to focus.
Snow needed this deal to go through, and I was determined to help him secure it as my apology to Storm, even if he didn’t appreciate my efforts.
I buried myself in work, making sure every detail of the deal was perfect.
Every meeting, every presentation and every possible
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angle was covered. If this deal fell through, it wouldn’t be because I didn’t try.
But no matter how much I threw myself into the work,
the growing tension with Snow gnawed at me. His coldness, his distance–it felt like we were strangers again.
Despite everything, I was a bit shocked when Snow asked me to accompany him to a high–profile dinner event that Marcus would be attending.
“Zara, I sent some clothes over to the house, you can make your selection,” he began.
“Uh… what’s the occasion?” I was forced to ask.
“I need you to accompany me to a business dinner.”
My expression had been neutral all through the conversation. I made no mistake to show any form of joy at being spoken to and it must have bruised his
ego.
“Okay,” I responded casually and immediately
continued tapping on the keyboard as though he
wasn’t there.
“I…” he began, earning a stare from me but as soon as
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our eyes met, Snow looked away.
“Is there anything else, Mr. Zephyr?” Snow’s Damn apple moved.
“No. Just… don’t mess this up for me okay?”
“Got it, boss. Now if you’ll excuse me, these documents
won’t handle themselves.”
Although I muttered it, I was sure he heard. Once he left, I heaved out a sigh of relief.
I knew why he had come to me and not any other girl, especially Zoe. It wasn’t because I was his wife.
Aside from that scandal, Snow never properly acknowledged our marriage to the world.
And after his cold shoulder, murmurrings ensued in the company, about me falling out of luck.
It was a good thing I was given my own office prior.
I didn’t have to deal with all the mess and pests.
I sighed, pushing my chair back as I rested my head against the chair.
Marcus had a reputation for being impressed by strong, independent women, and Snow was counting
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on my presence to sway Marcus in his favour.
But there was something more. Snow’s request had been different this time–unspoken pressure was
behind it. He needed this deal, and he needed me to help seal it.
“I hope this night ends up being worth it and breaking
the ice between us.”
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