Zayn’s POV
A smirk tugged at my lips—he heard it. Good. His eyes locked on Alina as he stepped closer, his voice trembling.
“Tell me I heard you wrong,” he demanded, his tone breaking. “Tell me I heard you wrong!” His shout cracked through the room, pulling a frown from me. Why the hell was he yelling?
“Elias, I… how are you here…” Alina stammered, her words tripping over themselves. My gaze cut back to her, irritation tightening my chest. I hated that she was stuttering—for him. Who the hell did he think he was to make her falter like that? She carried my child now. She wouldn’t get rid of it, not ever. That baby was ours—our truth, our love.
“Alina, please…” Elias’s voice dropped, raw and broken. “What baby are you talking about?” His pain bled into every word, and I savored it.
Ali
