Zayn’s POV
Alina must go home with me, no matter what. I won’t let her leave with this man.
“I brought the car, so it’s only right she goes home with me. And again—she is my wife.” Elias’s tone is sharp, possessive, and it makes my fist tighten with irritation. I step closer, but the smirk tugging at his lips only fuels my anger.
Before I can speak, Alina’s voice slices through the tension.
“I think you both shouldn’t bother.” Her cold tone makes us both turn toward her. Her gaze is steady, unreadable. “I don’t want either of you coming to my office again. I can take care of myself. That means I’ll go home myself, and neither of you should interfere.”
Her eyes lock on mine, and the weight of them stings.
“Zayn, you’re in your finals. You should focus on your studies.”
The words hit
