Zayn’s POV
My eyes widened, and my heart skipped a beat.
Did I hear her correctly?
Her husband is back?
“Princess… what did you say?” I asked, keeping my tone calm despite the chaos brewing inside me. “I didn’t catch that,” I added, trying to sound casual—normal.
She didn’t answer.
A soft snore followed, and I exhaled sharply, half scoffing, half smiling.
She’s asleep.
I probably misheard her.
I closed my eyes, pulling her closer. Her warmth calmed the storm inside me, and soon, sleep claimed me too.
The next morning, light peeked through the curtains as I stirred awake. She was still sleeping, her breath slow and steady.
Careful not to wake her, I slipped out of bed and walked around to her side. Dropping to my knees, I just looked at her.
Peaceful.
Beautiful.
A permanent sm
