JACE’S POV
One word kept replaying in my head like a broken record. Wife.
Zayn’s wife.
It didn’t make any sense. How didn’t I know of this? Zayn, of all people, married? And to none other than her?
My eyes drifted to Ariana, who was sitting next to him with a relaxed posture. She was even more beautiful up close with her golden hair, and those blue eyes—God, those eyes.
I curled my hands into balls as I forced myself to look away. I remembered the quiet moments I had spent watching her, wondering about her life, and imagining what it would be like to know her. And now, she was here. With Zayn.
A pang of hurt struck my chest. How long had they been together? How serious was it? Did she… did she love him?
My gaze shifted back to Zayn’s hand casually resting on her shoulder and the way
