Forbiddenly Bound To You
Chapter 137: He Is Not Safe

Chapter 137: He Is Not Safe

Mira’s body began to tremble as her hands instinctively rose to cover her ears. The world around her felt like it was collapsing, the noise of her own chaotic thoughts overwhelming her senses. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing it all to stop, to disappear, to return to some semblance of peace. Her breath came in quick, shallow whispers as she finally managed to speak, her voice trembling like a fragile leaf in a storm.

"Zamian..." she whispered.

Her plea was soft, almost lost in the heavy silence between them, but it reached him. Zamian, standing just a few steps away, froze. His cold, calculating gaze faltered for a moment. There it was—a flicker of realization crossing his hardened features. In that single instant, he remembered—no, realized—just how much Mira had seen, how much she had endured. His chest tightened with the weight of guilt that surged through him. He hadn’t wanted this. He hadn’t wanted her to witness this side of him.

But now it was too late.

Silence fell, thick and suffocating, like the calm before a storm. Zamian stood motionless, his fists clenched at his sides. His jaw tightened as he struggled to suppress the emotions bubbling beneath his surface. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, he was unsure. Unsure of what to say, unsure of how to bridge the growing chasm between them.

Before Zamian could gather his thoughts, the screech of tires pierced the oppressive stillness. Mira flinched at the sound, her eyes snapping open. A car came to a sudden halt just a few feet away, the smell of burning rubber mixing with the tension in the air. She blinked in surprise, her gaze darting toward the source of the noise.

Standing there, stepping out of the car with an urgency that mirrored the situation, was John. His face was pale, his expression a mixture of concern and determination. He wasted no time.

"Mrs. Mira," he called out, his voice steady yet tinged with desperation. "Please, could you enter the car?"

Mira hesitated, her gaze flickering between Zamian and John. Her hands slowly lowered from her ears, but her trembling didn’t stop. Her feet felt like they were rooted to the ground, caught between two impossible choices. Zamian’s piercing gaze bore into her, and for a brief moment, she thought she saw a flash of something in his eyes—regret, or perhaps pain. But it was gone just as quickly as it had appeared.

Without uttering a word, she took a shaky step toward the car, her movements hesitant and unsure. Each step felt heavier than the last as if the weight of her guilt and fear was pulling her down.

Her heart raced as she reached the car door, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. Panic, confusion, and regret all mingled together, forming a storm she couldn’t control. The words escaped her lips before she could stop them, fragile and full of despair.

"No, no, I can’t... He needs me."

Her voice trembled, barely audible, as she clutched the car door for support. "My husband needs me right now."

But even as the words left her mouth, Mira felt the tears begin to well up. They came slowly at first, warm trails of guilt slipping down her cheeks. She bit her lip, trying to stifle the sobs that threatened to spill over. She knew, deep down, that this was all her fault. If only she had been more careful.

If only she hadn’t been so kind, so trusting.

Her mind replayed the moments when she had first met Zack. She had thought she’d found a friend, a companion, someone who truly understood her. How wrong she had been. The realization hit her like a tidal wave—his kindness had been a façade, his charm nothing more than a well-worn mask hiding his true intentions.

If only she had known. Maybe then, she wouldn’t have allowed herself to trust him. Maybe she could have avoided all of this.

Mira’s thoughts spiraled, the storm in her mind growing louder and more chaotic. But then, John’s voice broke through, steady and urgent, grounding her.

"I beg you, Mrs. Mira," he said, stepping closer. "Please, just come into the car. I’ll explain everything. Anything you need to know. Please."

His words hung in the air, a plea laced with genuine concern. Mira turned to him, her tear-filled eyes meeting his. She could see the sincerity in his expression, the silent promise that he would do whatever it took to help her. Yet, her heart was still torn. She glanced back at Zamian, her chest tightening at the sight of him.

He hadn’t moved. He stood there, watching her, his face a mask of controlled rage and pain. Mira knew what it was costing him to keep his emotions in check. She had seen glimpses of the monster he fought to suppress, the darkness he didn’t want her to see.

Her breath hitched as she made her decision. Slowly, she nodded, her body trembling as she turned back to the car. She gripped the door handle tightly, using it to steady herself. Her chest rose and fell as she tried to calm her racing heart. One step at a time, she told herself. One step.

Finally, she climbed into the car, the door closing softly behind her.

John wasted no time. He slid into the driver’s seat, his hands gripping the steering wheel as he started the engine. The car hummed to life, the low rumble of the engine filling the tense silence. Slowly, he reversed the vehicle, maneuvering it into a turn before driving away.

As the car moved, the chaos outside began to fade. The distant sounds of the world around them grew quieter, replaced by the soft hum of the engine and the faint warmth of the car’s interior.

Mira leaned back in her seat, her body trembling as the tension slowly ebbed away. Her breath came in shaky gasps at first, but as the minutes passed, it began to even out. The warmth of the car wrapped around her like a fragile cocoon, offering her a fleeting sense of safety.

For a moment, just a moment, she allowed herself to breathe.

But then the questions began to surface.

"Why? Why? Why now?" Mira’s voice broke the silence, trembling with confusion and pain. She didn’t direct the question at anyone in particular, but the weight of it hung heavily in the air.

John remained silent. He kept his eyes on the road, his hands steady on the wheel. He knew better than to say anything that might provoke her further or, worse, make Zamian question him later.

He simply let her speak, her words spilling out like a dam that had finally burst.

John couldn’t blame her. In truth, he was quietly impressed by how well she was holding up. Most people, faced with this kind of turmoil, would have broken down completely. Some might have fainted on the spot.

Not Mira.

Despite everything, she was still standing—or sitting, in this case—fighting to keep herself together.

But just as he thought things might settle, Mira spoke again, her voice trembling yet filled with determination.

"Let’s go back."

John’s eyes widened in shock. He turned to her sharply, his hands tightening on the wheel before quickly focusing back on the road. He hadn’t expected that.

"Please," Mira continued, her voice rising with urgency. "Let’s go back. I beg you."

Her words cut through the quiet, each one more desperate than the last.

John fought the urge to plead with her, to tell her not to ask him that. He knew the risks of disobeying Zamian’s orders, especially if it involved his wife. If Zamian ever found out that Mira had begged him to turn back and he had listened...

It wouldn’t just be trouble. It would be chaos.

He took a deep breath, steadying himself before speaking. "Mrs. Mira, please, I hope you understand. Mr. Zamian is in a really tight situation right now."

But Mira wasn’t swayed. She shook her head, her golden hair catching the soft glow of the car’s interior lights.

"I don’t care," she said, her voice firm despite the tremor in it. "He’s my husband. I don’t think he’s safe."

Her words hit John harder than he expected. For a brief moment, he saw the raw, unyielding love she had for Zamian.

A faint smile tugged at his lips, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. "Mrs. Mira," he said softly, "I can tell you, even while asleep, that your husband could handle all of this—without anyone assisting him."

But his words did little to reassure her. Mira’s gaze remained fixed on the road ahead, her mind racing with thoughts she couldn’t quite articulate. The weight of her emotions pressed down on her, suffocating and unrelenting.

The car fell silent again, but the tension inside was palpable. Each passing second felt like an eternity, the air heavy with unspoken fears and unresolved questions.

But deep down Mira knew that he was not joking.