Zayne’s POV
You Can Love Us Both.
Hearing the words the man spoke at my door is still ringing in my head.
*Your wife’s death wasn’t an accident.*
I don’t remember closing the door. I don’t remember sitting down. All I know is that the room feels too small, and my chest feels like it’s being crushed from the inside.
Aurora is in front of me in seconds.
“Zayne,” she says, gripping my arms. “Look at me.”
I will try. I really do. But my vision is blurring, my pulse roaring in my ears.
“She didn’t die by chance,” I whisper. “All these years… I buried myself alive for nothing.”
“No,” Aurora says firmly. “Not for nothing. You survived.”
A sharp pain slices through my chest, stealing my breath. I gasp, bending forward, fingers digging into my shirt.
“Zayne!” Aurora shouted, looking at
