[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice Chapter 373: Forgiveness Is the Hardest Word

~Zayn’s POV~

As soon as we stepped out of the car, the grand front doors swung open. Evric’s mother was already there, her face lighting up with a radiant, genuine joy the mont she spotted us.

"You’re finally here!" she exclaid, rushing down the steps with a grace that matched her son’s.

"Mother," Evric greeted, catching her in a brief hug, but she imdiately turned her attention to .

"Zayn, my dear," she said, her eyes shimring as she took both of my hands in hers. She pulled into a warm, fragrant embrace. "I have missed you so much!"

Once we settled inside the grand living room, she began to tease about how I hadn’t visited since our last trip. I apologized profusely, explaining how busy things had been. She waved it off with a kind smile. "It’s okay, dear. I’m just glad you’re here now."

Evric’s father erged behind her, a quiet pride lighting his face. "We’re both so happy to see you," he said, his voice calm and steady. "Seeing the two of you together, after everything you’ve been through... It’s hard to believe the wedding is almost here. I’m genuinely proud of you both."

The warmth of their welco washed away my remaining nerves. It didn’t feel like a formal visit to a powerful dynasty; it felt like coming ho.

Later, when we went upstairs to settle into Evric’s old room, he imdiately pulled into a hug. "Don’t forget our little business," he murmured, reminding of the list he wanted to present to his father.

Later, when we went upstairs to settle into Evric’s old room, he imdiately pulled into a hug, his arms tightening around . "Don’t forget our little business," he murmured, a gentle reminder about the list he wanted to give his father.

I leaned into him, a soft smile tugging at my lips. "I’ll try to make it seem completely natural."

"Good," he said, pressing a kiss to my temple. "And rember, we’re getting nothing but the finest suits for this wedding. After we leave here, we’ll go straight to the atelier for our first fitting, only the best for us."

I smiled and nodded, my voice soft with affection. "Okay, baby. I’ll leave everything to you."

That evening, we shared a warm, beautiful dinner. Evric’s father asked about my dad’s health, and I was glad to tell him he was doing much better.

"That’s wonderful news," he said, genuine relief and happiness clear in his voice.

The weekend was perfect, I felt truly welcod, completely embraced by his family. Before we left, I finally gathered the courage to hand the list and budget to Evric’s father, just as he had asked. He glanced over the paper, then looked up at , a knowing smile slowly spreading across his lips.

"Zayn," he said dryly, "this was definitely not written by you."

I started to stamr an explanation, but he lifted a hand to stop , laughing softly. "It’s fine," he said warmly. "I’ll approve every single thing your partner requested through you. Consider it all settled."

I smiled and bowed my head in gratitude. "Thank you, sir."

After exchanging our farewells, we proceeded directly to the tailor’s atelier for our fitting. The suits were already exquisite, immaculately cut and crafted from the finest fabric, but for Evric, excellence was never enough without perfection. He calmly noted a few precise refinents, subtle adjustnts to the lines and proportions to achieve an even sharper silhouette. Only once he was satisfied that every detail would be executed flawlessly did we leave, returning ho with the quiet confidence that nothing less than perfection would be delivered.

"My friends have been relentless," Evric said casually as he drove. "They want to throw us a party before the wedding."

"You an a bachelor party?" I asked, glancing at him.

"Yes, a stag party," he confird with a small smile. "Since everyone will already be in town a day or two before the ceremony, they’re planning sothing grand." He paused, then looked at . "What do you think?"

"That’s actually a great idea," I said with a smile. "My friends have been suggesting the sa thing. It would be nice to have one last wild night with everyone before everything changes."

We kept talking and laughing the entire drive ho, the anticipation of our life together building with every mile we left behind.

~Nantam’s POV~

I stepped out of the bedroom, my head heavy with the lingering tension of the past few days. When I reached the living room, I found Evans on the phone. He was speaking in a tone so low and calm, so intimate, that it made my blood run cold.

I stood there, watching him. He was actually smiling at whatever the person on the other end was saying. The mont he realized I was behind him, the smile vanished. He muttered a quick "I’ll call you back later" and hung up.

"Babe, you’re awake," he said, trying to sound casual.

"Yes, as you can see," I replied, my voice dripping with ice.

He didn’t react to my sharp tone, which only irritated more. "Who was that?" I demanded.

"Just a friend, Nan," he answered simply.

"Oh? Is this ’friend’ trying to organize another orgy party?"

Evans let out a long, weary sigh, rubbing his face with his hand. "Not again. Not this morning, please. It’s just..."

"It’s just what? Finish the sentence!" I snapped, crossing my arms.

"I’m not doing this with you again today," he said, his voice flat. He looked exhausted, but I didn’t care. I wanted him to feel the sa burning restlessness I felt.

"Why? Are you tired of already?" I followed him as he grabbed his phone and started walking toward the bedroom. "Is that it? You want soone new? Soone who can handle you better than I can?"

"Nantam, stop," he warned, but he kept walking.

"Don’t walk out on !" I shouted, my voice cracking. "Don’t you dare walk out on while I’m talking to you!"

Evans stopped in his tracks and spun around. "What else do you want to do?!" he yelled back, his composure finally breaking. "What do I have to do for you to forgive ?"

"I don’t know!" I scread. "I don’t know because I can’t get those ssages out of my head! Every ti I look at you, I see what you were doing behind my back!"

Evans shoved his phone toward , holding it right in front of my face. "Then take it. Go through everything," he said. "I’m not doing anything wrong, Nan. I haven’t done anything wrong since that night, and yet, since then, you haven’t let touch you even once. I’ve been trying every single day to make this right."

He stepped closer, his eyes wild with frustration. "I apologized last night. I tried to hold you, and what did you say? You said you were tired. You’ve been ’tired’ for weeks. You tell Zayn everything I do to you, but do you tell him that you’ve completely shut out? Do you tell him you won’t even let near you?"

"Don’t you get it?" I choked out, tears finally stinging my eyes. "Don’t you get why I can’t?"

"I get it!" Evans said, his voice dropping as emotion constricted his chest. "And I’m deeply sorry about that night, Nan."

"And every ti you said sothing and I didn’t reply, it wasn’t because I didn’t want to talk to you or respond. I just didn’t know how to be angry without hurting you. I’m so sorry, Nan. I really am. Please... forgive ."

He walked the remaining distance between us, his shadow falling over . He didn’t reach for this ti; he just stood there, looking defeated. "I know what happened should have never happened in the first place. I know I destroyed the one thing we had."

"I trusted you," I murmured, the first tear sliding down my cheek. "And you broke it first."

"I know," he breathed. "And I’m so tired of hurting you."

Suddenly, Evans leaned forward, his forehead dropping onto my shoulder. His body began to tremble, and then I heard it, the sound of him breaking. He started to cry, deep, ragged sobs that shook his entire fra.

"Please," he wept into my shoulder, his hands clutching at my shirt. "Just please forgive . I’m so sorry, Nan..."