Zayn’s pov
The confusion on Reynold’s face was written plain as day. His brows furrowed, his lips parted in disbelief as his gaze locked on Tessa.
“You… love him?” he asked again, voice low and wounded, but his eyes never left her face.
“Yes,” Tessa said without hesitation, her chin lifting with bold defiance. “I love him.”
I rolled my eyes so hard it almost hurt. “Stop this already. You look and sound pathetic, Tessa. You know about me and Alina—”
Reynold cut in, his voice trembling, but I knew it wasn’t just for me. “He’s right. He loves Alina. You should let go of this nonsense, Tessa. Stop chasing after something that doesn’t make sense.”
But his tone—too sharp, too insistent—made it obvious. He was saying it for his own sake, not mine.
Tessa turned on him, her voice fierce. “Mi
