All too late for his love

Willow smiled bitterly. Choking again? He really wasn't creative.

She closed her eyes tiredly before opening them again slowly. She had no more energy left to entertain Zayn. She didn't even have an appetite anymore.

All she wanted was to bring Aaron back home and knock out on her bed.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

"Talk to me!" Zayn's eyes were rimmed red, making him look like a hungry beast. He looked as if he would gobble her up if she didn't give him an answer he wanted to hear.

"Willow, tell me if that bastard belongs to Louis or Kenan!" Zayn's hands quivered in anger, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging from the force he was exerting. He looked like the Devil itself.

Zayn had always assumed that Aaron was Louis' kid. But when he heard Kenan talking about how Aaron was his, he couldn't help but look at their eerily similar faces and wonder whose child Aaron actually was.

When he thought about how Willow had not only seduced Louis but had most likely also slept with Kenan and possibly countless other men, he couldn't help but feel the urge to tear her from limb to limb.

Louis? Kenan? Willow felt like his questions were ridiculous. He'd rather believe Aaron was a bastard child than his own flesh and blood. How painfully Ironic!

"You're not willing to own up that Aaron is yours, so why would you care about whose child he is?"

Willow's nonchalant expression only made Zayn even angrier, He tightened his grip on her neck. "That bastard looks exactly like Kenan. He's Kenan's kid, isn't he?

She remembered how painful it had been when he strangled her the first time. It hurt so much then. But perhaps she had felt it so often that she was now numb to it.

Even though she couldn't even speak because of how firmly he was strangling her, she still didn't feel any pain. She was simply too exhausted to even twitch.

She had no idea why Aaron looked so much like Kenan. Perhaps it was fate, or perhaps it was simply a coincidence.

However, she couldn't be bothered to tell Zayn any of that. She simply looked up at him lazily and said, "Mr. Carter, you should mind your own business. We're divorced. You no longer have the right to care about my business,

"You always used to tell me not to humiliate myself, so I'm here to tell you the same thing.

"When I loved you, you were my everything. But now that I don't, you're nothing to me. I don't love you anymore, Zayn, which means you're nothing to me.

"I dare you to say that again!" Zayn bellowed.

Willow opened her mouth and took in as big of a breath as she could so she wouldn't suffocate before putting on an empty, self-deprecating expression. Even though she was being choked by Zayn outside of the bathroom, she still carried a sort of reckless abandon and indestructible pride

"I said you're nothing to me, Mr. Carter. Since you're nothing to me, please leave me alone and stop bothering me from now on. Let's stop humiliating ourselves in front of each other and go our separate ways."

With a loud bang, Zayn kicked open the door to the men's bathroom next to them. A man shakily pulled ext pants back up and jogged downstairs without aven daring to look up at them.

Since the bathroom was now empty, Zayn began to forcefully pull Willow inside,

Naturally, Willow didn't want to go inside, but her strength was ng m match for Zayn's, By the time she finally came back to her senses, she was already