KRISTINE’S POV
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Not in my wildest imagination, I expected such affection and attention from Zayne and because of that, the guilt was intense.
Every time he touched my stomach, spoke about ‘our’ future, my heart screamed at me, cursed me for lying.
I was drowning. Deeper, and deeper.
At this point, the truth won’t shatter his heart, it would destroy me.
Just like now, the sentence, “My feet hurts” wasn't even completed and Zayne was sitting on the ground, he ignored his ringing phone.
“Your… phone.”
He smiled sweetly, “Doesn’t matter before my wife.”.
He was massaging my feet, the oils were soothing my whole being. I loved the reverence he was showering on me.
Ignoring the world, his own self, nothing mattered before me.
When did my fate become this beauti
