Zayn’s POV
I bit down on my lip, trying to hold myself together, trying not to lose my s**t. But it was hard—too hard—especially with her mother standing there, asking her to go back to him. My chest tightened, my pulse racing. Alina respected her mom so much… and that terrified me. What if she listened?
“I won’t go back to him,” she finally said.
My breath hitched. Hope flared in my chest like a fire finally catching light. My lips parted into a slow, relieved smile. Thank God. She said no. She’s not going back.
“Alina, I don’t like this attitude of yours,” her mother snapped, her voice thick with irritation. “Your husband coming back is the Lord answering your prayers, and now you’re being ungrateful.”
Ungrateful? That word alone made my jaw clench.
“Ungrateful?” Alina scoffed, her
