Zayn's POV
Would she never forgive me? Would she never love me again?
Penelope was like the wind slipping through my fingers—no matter how tightly I grasped, she would never stay.
Ring, ring.
Her phone lit up with the caller ID: "Sweetheart."
Who? A new lover? Or—Austin?
I snatched the phone before she could react, but the voice on the other end was the last thing I expected.
"Mama, who are you talking to? When are you coming home? Joanna and I miss you!"
A child. This child called Penelope "Mama." Penelope had a child.
The realization was the final blow. All my fire was doused by that single word—Mama. A bitter, poisonous resentment surged inside me.
How dare she stop loving me? How could she move on so easily? Have someone else's child?
"So that's how it is. You've moved on. Found someone else. Even had a child. I suppose you and Austin finally fucked too."
