Alina’s POV
The weight of morning pressed lightly against my eyelids as I blinked awake, vision hazy until it sharpened on the figure beside me. Zayn. His chest rose and fell in slow, steady breaths, his face softened in sleep. For the first time, I noticed how long his eyelashes were—dark fans resting against his skin, almost delicate. A small smile tugged at my lips. He looked so peaceful, so unbothered by the storm that lived inside me.
For a fleeting moment, the thought slipped in—maybe having his child wouldn’t be so bad. But the warmth in my chest quickly chilled, and my smile faltered. Reality was merciless. The whispers, the judgment, the eyes that would follow me everywhere—I could already feel the weight of it. The only reason I’d sworn not to end this pregnancy was because I r
