The memory.
Strong arms around her.
The steady rise and fall of his chest beneath her cheek.
The way his voice had sounded—urgent, real, almost… afraid.
She pushed the thought away quickly.
“I didn’t mean to cause a scene,” she murmured.
“You didn’t,” Lana said firmly. “You’re pregnant with twins and under more pressure than anyone should be. Anyone who judges can go to hell.”
Lena smiled weakly at that.
But inside, her thoughts spiraled again, uncontrollable.
Zayn had held her.
Zayn had seen her like this—vulnerable, exhausted, carrying life.
And the look in his eyes when he had realized she was pregnant…
Her stomach twisted.
This was no longer just about inheritance or family ties or company shares.
This was personal. Messy. Dangerous.
And as much as she wanted to pretend
