Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 23

Chapter 23: In Their Place

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Chapter 23

~Zara’s POV~

Luckily, I found my way to Ella’s apartment right after my confrontation with Snow but as I made my way up to her apartment, I froze midway.

I blinked, a tear slipping past my eyelids.

I wiped it off, my eyes glancing at my fingertips. How? Why?

I sniffed.

Was I stupid? I had just started my so-called marital life and ran to Ella’s comforting arms. I shook my head. My friend couldn’t see me like this.

With no other choice, I turned around and made my way for the entrance, exiting the building. Finding a cab that took me to a hotel, one my family invested in did not take time.

But my arrival only made things worse. As soon as I paid the cab driver and stepped out of the cab, walking towards the entrance of Hotel Regal, my heart still raced from the emotions Snow had stirred within me.

I barely had time to process everything when I saw them—Ivan and Clarissa—sauntering out of the reception, both wearing smug expressions that made my skin crawl.

At first, they froze, like teens caught in a wrong act. But soon enough their shock morphed into something else.

"Well, well, look who it is," Ivan’s voice dripped with sarcasm. "What brings you here, Zara? Didn’t expect to see you so soon after your... wedding. Or has Snow already kicked you out?"

Clarissa giggled behind him, casting a sideways glance at Ivan. "Oh, Ivan, don’t be mean. She’s probably just here to lick her wounds. After all, it’s only been what... a few days? Quite the record," she said, her eyes narrowing on me with mock pity.

I took a deep breath, straightening my back. "I’m not in the mood for your pathetic games," I shot back, trying to maintain my composure.

Ivan stepped closer, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Or maybe you’re here to cheat on Snow, hmm?" he suggested, his grin widening. "Couldn’t take the heat at home, so you’ve come crawling to some other man. Is that it?"

I felt the anger bubbling up, but I clenched my fists at my sides, refusing to let them get under my skin.

"Funny how you think your assumptions matter to me," I said, locking eyes with Ivan. "The only people whose opinions I care about are far from this pathetic spectacle."

Clarissa didn’t miss a beat. She stepped forward, her red lips curving into a sneer.