Zenia's POV

I couldn't listen in on them anymore. I bolted into the kitchen and stood between the woman I thought was the world's best mother and the man who walked away from his family for twenty one years.

"Zenia, you're home. Come here, baby," my mother began as she opened her arms and came towards me, gesturing for me to hug her.

I held up my palm to her. "Stop." I blinked away the tears that were already forming. I backed away from her. "How could you do such a terrible thing to me and Jasmine?"

"Zenia... What are you talking about?" she asked innocently.

"I heard every word...