Unbreak Me 60 ??That Toe-Curling Look??

By the time the police took that stupid freaking b.a.s.t.a.r.d, I had cooled down and Leia still seemed shaken by the whole thing. The signed papers sat beside her, bearing both Ammar's and her sign.

Divorced. They were finally divorced.

And Ammar was in jail.

I flopped on the sofa with a sigh, uncaring of the pain in my stomach, so relieved she was okay. The doctor had come in to ensure her stiches were intact and there was no other issue. Then she'd taken another half-an-hour to feed Abdar Rahman, making me feel left out with her family. The good news was, I hadn't heard back from Dad. And trust me, that was a very good news. Whenever we saw each other . . .

Last I checked, he was on one of his many business trips, in China I presume. That was a year ago, though and I hadn't seen him since.

"Aren't you going home?" Uncle checked his watch, eyes narrowed.

I shifted in my chair. "I'll leave once I see she's okay, Sir."

See? I was a perfect gentleman when I wanted to be.

Finally, FINALLY, she was done feeding and I could go in. Trying not to flick Uncle a smug smile, I staggered inside. Leia immediately looked up from where she sat caressing Abdar Rahman. For the second time, I saw her gaze drift to my legs.

I stifled a self-satisfied grin. Did she have a thing for thighs or something? Suddenly, I wished I'd worn something even tighter, just to show off the muscles I'd made with the thousands of hours I spent working out in the gym.

Leia averted her gaze. "I thought you went back home,"

She wasn't anybody else's anymore. She was mine. My fiancée. My soon-to-be wife.

It felt perfect.

I shrugged, making my way over to the chair. Sitting down, I inclined back. "Are you okay?"

"I—" She took in a shaky breath. "I wished you weren't there to witness all of . . . that. I wish I'd never called you."

"Are you kidding me?" I ground out, bristling with sudden anger. "You would rather he disgrace you for the rest of your life than end up in jail where he belongs?" I scoffed. "For G.o.d's sake, Leia."

"You don't get it," She seemed to struggle for words, letting out a sigh at the end, worry lining the entirety of her face. "His father can easily haul him out. From what I've heard, he's quite an influential man."

I gave her a bland look. "And you think I care about that why?"

Leia looked heavenwards. "There was no point to this! He'll only be angrier. It would've been better if you'd listened to me and sent him back to the UK."

Looking Leia square in the eye, I said, "I could barely let him breathe for what he was doing, Leia. I hated watching him have that kind of hold over you. I hated the fact that you put up with him. I hate him. Do you hear me? I hate him and if this was to happen all over again—which, for the sake of my sanity, let's hope it never does—I would've beaten him to a pulp and eventually thrown him into prison. Am I making myself clear?"

I ran a hand through my hair, feeling annoyed at the messy locks. Should've brushed them. Though, when I'd seen her missed call, I'd hauled myself out of bed and taken out her divorce papers from my side table drawer, quickly getting over here. The hospital was near my house, hence the diverse facilities it had.

I might sound a little conceited but I didn't trust the hospitals near Leia's neighbourhood.

"Yes," she rolled her eyes. "There was no need to sound so intense. Phew." Fanning herself, she gave me a look that made my toes curl.

Oh. Lord.

I needed to get out of here. Fast.