Forbiddenly Bound To You
Chapter 39: Virgin Husband

Chapter 39: Virgin Husband

While reading, you can listen to the instrumental version of "I’d Rather Pretend" by Bryant Barnes.

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Mira’s pace quickened as she made her way down the road, her heart racing and her mind clouded with an overwhelming torrent of emotions. She grabbed her phone with trembling hands, desperately trying to book a cab. The pain inside her was a gnawing ache that seemed to grow stronger with every step she took. She needed to leave, to escape the suffocating weight of her anguish. She couldn’t bear to stay here any longer; it was all too much.

As she navigated the app, trying to find the nearest available ride, a sleek black car suddenly screeched to a halt right in front of her. Mira was startled, her confusion palpable as she looked up, her eyes wide with shock. The unexpectedness of the car’s arrival was jarring, adding to her already heightened state of distress.

Her heart thudded in her chest as she approached the vehicle, each step feeling like an effort. The sight of Zamian standing by the car was like a cruel twist of fate. The painful memories associated with him made it hard for her to breathe. She felt as though her chest was being squeezed by an invisible hand, making it difficult to stay composed.

Zamian, seeing her distress, gently reached out and took her hand. "Mira," he said softly, his voice a mix of concern and confusion. Mira didn’t turn to face him, her body rigid with a mix of defiance and despair. Her silence and refusal to acknowledge him seemed to puzzle him further. Despite his usual confidence and control, he found himself at a loss, unsure of how to address the depth of her visible pain.

"Why are you doing this?" Zamian asked, his tone calm yet tinged with frustration. "Are you trying to make this more difficult? Why won’t you tell me what’s wrong?"

Mira remained still, her heartache so profound that it felt like it was physically tearing her apart. Tears began to silently stream down her face, each one a testament to the crushing weight of her disappointment and sorrow. She tried to keep her composure, but the pain was too intense. The man standing before her, who usually had an air of control and detachment, now seemed perplexed and unsure.

Mira finally looked at him, her eyes brimming with sadness. "How could you let them wear such revealing clothes?" she asked, her voice trembling as she struggled to hold back her sobs. "Aren’t there supposed to be dress codes in your company?"

Zamian’s eyes widened slightly as he took in her distress. He hadn’t fully grasped the impact that this had on her. His usual calm demeanor was now overshadowed by a growing realization of her emotional turmoil. "I didn’t want her to seduce my virgin husband," Mira added, her voice breaking as she wept quietly. Each word was laden with pain, a stark contrast to Zamian’s calm exterior.

Zamian stood still, bewildered. He was trying to piece together if Mira’s anguish was related to what she had heard or seen. He wondered if her behavior yesterday had been influenced by this revelation. "Mira," he began, "just because I’m a virgin doesn’t mean I haven’t..."

Before he could finish his thought, Mira interrupted, her voice trembling with desperation. "You haven’t what? Please, just tell me—what haven’t you done?"

Zamian fell silent, struggling to find the right words to respond. Mira, overwhelmed by a storm of emotions, pressed for an answer. "You’ve not what?" she repeated, her voice cracking under the strain of her tears.

As Zamian hesitated, James, who had been quietly observing the scene, intervened. "Mr. Zamian, I think it’s best if you both get into the car. Someone might take a picture."

Mira’s face was a portrait of raw, unfiltered emotion. Her heart felt like it was being crushed under the weight of her realization. The painful truth that their marriage was merely a contractual arrangement hit her with a force that left her feeling exposed and devastated. Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, each one a symbol of the crushing weight of her disillusionment.

She tried to compose herself, but her sobs came too freely. "Yes, Mr. Zamian," she said bitterly, her voice barely above a whisper, as she climbed into the car. "It would be really bad if people saw us like this."

As she settled into the back seat of the car, her anger and frustration seemed to seep out with every tear. Zamian remained calm, his demeanor a stark contrast to Mira’s emotional upheaval. She was furious with herself for allowing her feelings to overwhelm her, for showing such vulnerability in front of him.

"Let’s talk inside," Mira said, her voice choked with bitterness. She was consumed with self-reproach for letting her emotions get the better of her. The idea of a contract marriage had always seemed like a manageable arrangement, but the reality of it was proving to be far more painful than she had anticipated.

Zamian entered the car and took his place in the back seat, his expression a mix of concern and confusion. Mira’s anger was palpable, but so was her profound sadness. She turned to Zamian, her eyes red and swollen from crying. Her face, a canvas of anguish and resignation, conveyed the depth of her emotional struggle.

Though she was crying inside the car, Mira looked like a heartbroken angel. The soft light filtering through the car’s interior illuminated her tear-streaked face, and her damp eyelashes and trembling lips added a haunting beauty to her distress. The sadness in her eyes seemed almost ethereal, a stark contrast to the cold, unfeeling surroundings of the vehicle.

"It’s okay, Mr. Zamian," she said quietly, her voice breaking with pain. "After all, it’s just a contract marriage. I shouldn’t have expected anything more."

The words struck with painful clarity, but they were the truth she needed to face. She had to stop living in dreams and confront reality.

"It was so foolish of me to come to your workplace without your consent," she said, her voice trembling. "I won’t make that mistake again."

Zamian stilled, his expression unreadable as he stared at her, the silence between them thick with unspoken tension.

Mira’s voice trembled slightly as she spoke, "I’ll be going now. Please, go back... it seems like I interrupted something important."