Zayn’s POV
I pried her hands off mine, my gaze locked on Alina. Elias stood far too close beside her, and then I saw it—the smear of lipstick staining his lips. My chest tightened. Slowly, my eyes flicked back to Alina. The same shade of lipstick. The same.
Please God, no.
If this is what I think it is, I’ll lose my mind right here, and I don’t f*****g care who’s watching.
“Zayn, this is my elder brother I told you about—the one who was missing for so many years. And this…” her voice faltered as she gestured, “…this is his wife, Alina.”
Her words barely registered. Rage was already simmering in my veins, burning hotter with every second.
“Why the awkward silence? Why isn’t anyone saying anything?” Lisa asked, her brows knitting together in confusion.
“Lisa… I…” Alina began, but her
