Zenia's POV

The following morning, as I was about to leave for the boutique, I spotted my mother in the doorway talking with a guy.

Must be someone else in the building, I assumed.

I walked up to them.

"Morning, Ma." She turned to me and gave me a sad look. "What's wrong?"

"Good morning, Zenia," her melancholy voice spoke.

"What's wrong?" I asked, studying the man's face.

"Zenia, this is your father."

My brain did a 360-degree turn in my head and my blood came to a boil very quickly.

"My what?" I asked, still struck at what she just said to me.

It can't be.

"Hello, Zenia," he...