Back at their penthouse, the silence was suffocating. Jane stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, her reflection showing the stark red marks on her cheek. Zayn closed the door softly behind him, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

“What really happened in there, Jane?” he asked tightly. “I know Mandy wouldn’t have started the fight. And yet, without question, I sided with you. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

She didn’t turn around. “Are you defending her now? ...