All Chapters of Arrogant CEO: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Sara’s POV My heart pounded in my chest, the blood draining from my face as I listened to his confession. It was like a punch to the gut, knocking the wind out of me. I had prepared myself for a difficult conversation, but nothing could have prepared me for this. I felt tears welling up, but I refused to let them fall. “Zack, do you even understand what you’re saying?” My voice trembled with barely contained emotion. “You let your anger and hurt push you into doing something unforgivable. How am I supposed to process this?” “I don’t know, Sara,” Zack whispered, his voice thick with regret. “I don’t know how to make this right. But you have to believe me when I say I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I love you. I never wanted to hurt you like this.” I shook my head, trying to make sense of the storm of emotions swirling inside me. “Love isn’t supposed to feel like this, Zack. It’s not supposed to be about lies, betrayal, and hurt.” Zack reached for my hand, but I pul

Sara’s POV The sudden contact sent a jolt through me, and I instinctively pulled away, not ready for this level of intimacy. Not now. “Mary, I’ll be fine,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady despite the emotions swirling inside me. “You should go and have a great time.” Mary hesitated, her gaze flickering between us before she nodded. “Alright, but call me if you need anything, okay?” I nodded, and with one last glance at Zack, Mary slipped out the door, leaving us alone in the penthouse. The silence that followed was heavy, charged with everything that had been left unsaid between us. I took a few steps toward the stairs, eager to put some distance between us, but Zack’s voice stopped me in my tracks. “Sara,” he called softly, his voice cracking. “Please… don’t shut me out.” I turned around slowly, ready to offer a guarded response, but the sight of Zack stopped me in my tracks. His usually composed demeanor was shattered, tears streaming down his face, leaving h

Sara’s POV It was an unusually warm afternoon when my phone rang. The name that flashed across the screen made my heart skip a beat—Uncle Jude. I hadn’t heard from him in weeks, and the sound of his voice had always brought a wave of unease. Today was no different. His voice on the other end was tense, more strained than usual. “Sara,” he said, skipping the pleasantries. “I need to see you. It’s urgent.” A familiar sense of dread crept up my spine. Uncle Jude had never been the comforting kind of uncle. He was always more of a shadow, lurking in the background of my life, especially after my parents' death. The coldness in his tone, the urgency without explanation, it all set off alarm bells in my mind. “What’s going on, Uncle Jude?” I asked cautiously, trying to keep my voice steady. “Is everything alright?” “Don’t tell Zack,” he interrupted sharply, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “And don’t ask questions. Just meet me at the old café on Maple Street in an hour. W

Sara’s POV I nodded, my heart shattering into a million pieces. “Okay,” I whispered, knowing that there was nothing more I could do. Zack walked past me without another word, heading to the door. I watched as he left the apartment, the sound of the door closing behind him echoing through the empty space. I stood there, alone and broken, knowing that our lives would never be the same again. The truth was out, and it had torn us apart. Anger surged through me, burning hotter than the betrayal I felt. How dare he walk away from this? I was the one who lost my parents. I was the one whose life was shattered because of his father. And now, instead of standing by me, he was just going to walk away? My chest tightened with rage and disbelief. I stormed after him, catching up just as he reached the elevator. “You’re just going to leave?” I snapped, my voice laced with anger. “You think you get to be the one upset right now? I’m the one who should be mad, Zack. I’m the one who’s hu

Sara’s POV Zack shifted slightly beside me, the mattress dipping under his weight. I could feel the tension in the silence, the kind of quiet that comes with unspoken words and unfinished conversations. The kind that carries the weight of everything we’ve been through. "Are you okay?" His voice was soft, careful, as if he were afraid of breaking the fragile peace between us. I didn’t answer right away. I wasn’t sure what to say, or even if I knew the answer. Okay wasn’t exactly a word that fit right now. "I don’t know," I finally whispered, still facing away. "I want to be." Zack didn’t respond immediately, but I could sense him shifting again, his hand resting briefly on the space between us, close but not touching. "We’ll get there," he said, though there was an uncertainty in his tone, like he wasn’t entirely convinced of his own words. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to stop the thoughts swirling in my head. All the fears, all the doubts about where we stood and where