--Shreya's POV--

Why the hell is he so mad? I heard him slamming the door and then glass breaking.

Part of me wanted to see if he's okay, but the other part didn't care.

I went and sat in my room until the food was ready. I was told it would be delivered to me, so I waited until someone knocked on my door about 20 minutes later.

"Dad said that you would eat alone," Atif said.

I nodded.

I took the food from him and went to sit on my bed.

He walked in, which was stupid of him because I wasn't going to talk to him.

"I know your not going to talk to me. It's fine, I can wait until your ready. I just have to make sure you eat," he said.

He went on his phone and I ate. I was able to eat since he wasn't paying attention to me. Probably looking at some chick in his phone.

I got my dishes once I was done and went downstairs to wash them.

"All done?" His dad asked and I nodded.

"Did Atif bother you while you were eating? If he did, just know that I sent him," he said.

I shook my head.

"Okay. I'll wash these, you two have a business party to attend," he said.

Does it look like I want to party?

"It'll get your mind off of everything," he said.

If I go with him, then how is that possible?

I was so thankful my phone went off at that moment.

It was from work and I told his father it is important that  I go.

He allowed to me go, but only for a little bit.

"Atif, will bring you your outfit at work and you two will go from there," he said.

I seriously can't win! I just nodded and left to work.

---Atif's POV---

"But there is no business party," I said.

"I know. You need to help get her mind off of everything," Dad said.

How should I tell him that I'm part of that everything?

I didn't even notice that he left.

I decided to buy a whole new outfit for Shreya. It may just be step one to getting her to forgive me.

I bought a traditional Punjabi suit for her. I had to make it look like we were going to attend a party.

Once I got to her office I handed it to her and she left without saying a word.

She came back in her jeans.

"Shreya, did you not like it?" I asked.

No response.

"I'll return it," I said.

"You can't buy back my trust with gifts," she said.

She finally spoke! She spoke to me!

"I know babe, but I thought you would like it. Please wear it, we have to go," I said.

"Fine. But I haven't forgiven you and I never will," she said and left.

She came several minutes later in the outfit.

"You look beautiful," I said.

"You don't have to tell me. I don't want to hear what you probably tell other girls," she said.

I pulled her right next to me. Having her against the wall and myself.

I saw fear in her eyes, but this is getting too much.

"I didn't cheat on you! If you can't trust me why don't you ask your so called friend what happen," I said.

"Why would I ask her? Why would she just come upstairs and end up in bed with you, knowing that you are married?!" She questioned me.

"You know what, I'm sick of having to prove myself to you. You don't trust m and that's fine with me," I said.

"Turn your computer on," I told her.

"No!" She said.

"Shreya, turn on the computer! I want to file a divorce. Right now and right here," I said.