Photos of Zyan kissing her belly affectionately, cooking for her and spending every night at her place.
The memories flooded my mind like a curse.
When I was nineteen, I burned dinner so badly the kitchen filled with smoke.
I stood there on the verge of tears, but Zyan sat down and ate every bite, smiling like it was the best meal he ever had.
Then he gently pushed me out of the kitchen, kissing my forehead and said softly ‘You are already everything to me, Lia. Let me do the rest’ then with a shy smile added. ‘That way….that way I will know how to cook when our daughter arrives.’
That careful, earnest love was gone and reduced to cold hatred I felt in this instant. It was then a message chimed on my phone.
[Zyan:I am willing to overlook what happened earlier.
Tomorrow, I will accompany you to choose the wedding dress. Don’t disappoint me again,
Once the Southern trade deal is finalized everything will be in order. ]
I stared at the screen for a long moment before replying.
The deal you feel smug about is already cancelled Zyan.
[Lianna:Fine. ]
I didn’t bother explaining that the wedding gown I would be choosing had nothing to do with him.