Chapter 8
Zayn, however, was like a man possessed. He did not show up directly in front of me anymore, but no matter where I went, I
could feel him following not far behind.
I let out a sigh, realizing that if this continued, my trip
and return home.
would never be peaceful. Therefore, I decided to cut my travels short
I carefully avoided him and finally made it safely to my new home in Swizor. I already had a new address and phone number,
yet Zayn still managed to find me.
He stood at my doorstep, looking exhausted. When he saw me, a flicker of joy crossed his eyes.
“Yvonne, you’re finally willing to see me. I’ve been looki
I stared at him coldly without saying anything.
for you all this time,” he said.
He begged, Yvonne, I know I was wrong. Please, give me another chance. The child can’t grow up without a father. Do you want the child to have no dad from the very start?”
I placed my hand on my rounded belly and said firmly, “Even without you, I can raise my child. Besides, the child would never
accept a father who cheated after growing up.”
Zayn’s face turned pale, and his eyes were full of disappointment.
“Yvonne, do you really hate me this much?” he asked.
I did not answer. I simply closed the door.
In the following days, Zayn sent flowers and gifts every day. I refused to accept any of them. I threw them all into the trash
can. I wanted them to be out of sight and out of mind.
