ZAYN’S POV
The limo pulled into the mansion’s driveway with the soft hum of its engine as the only sound that sliced through the thick and oppressive silence hanging over us. It was so unbearable that it was heavy enough to choke someone.
Ariana sat on the right side of the car, her gaze fixed intently on her phone as if it was far more interesting than the two people sitting with her. She hadn’t spared me a glance since we got in the car. Not once.
Ximena was seated too comfortably for my liking across from Ariana on the left side of the car. Her hands were resting on her stomach as if she was already cradling the ‘life’ she claimed to carry.
And me? I was stuck on the far end, my fists clenching and unclenching as Ariana’s words replayed in my head over and over again. I had told Ari
