Blanche's POV
I stood frozen, staring at Zain's face.
The face I used to dream about every night was right there, but my heart felt nothing—completely dead inside.
When Zain asked his question, I let out a bitter laugh. After what felt like forever, I finally answered, "Zain, we're a joke compared to real couples. Maybe it's time we both walked away."
Something flickered across Zain's face—confusion, maybe loss. He looked down at me, his voice serious. "So what makes a real couple?"
I had no clue what was running through his head, but I said it anyway. "You and Joanna—that's what real looks like."
I turned to leave, but something made me spin back around. "Oh, and just so we're clear—you really do only last three minutes in bed."
Zain's expression went dark, his eyes turning ice-cold and lethal. His hand shot out, gripping mine hard. "What, you're fucking someone else now?"
I met his stare head-on, zero shame in my voice. "And if I am? Zain, we're getting divorced anyway."
