CHAPTER 85
ZYLIAH’S POV
I held my cheek up with my eyes already stung with tears.
Sadness. Anger. Shock. Disbelief. Disappointment. All of these emotions swirled violently within me.
"Husband thief?" My voice quivered as invited guests watched the drama keenly. Some even pulled out their phones to record.
God, everything was embarrassing. How was this happening? Sabrina?
"What are you doing here, Sabrina?" Fynn's face was deadly; he was ready to beat the hell out of her.
Sabrina faced him, her eyes wild and mad. "How can you do this to me, Fynn? I'm your wife, for God's sake!"
"Wife," I repeated the word in a small voice, and chaos surrounded me.
"What the hell are you and your daughter doing?" Dad was yelling at an irate Victoria.
"Taking what is rightfully hers. Fynn belong
