#Chapter148

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 man.

Must be someone else in the building I assumed.

I walked up to them.

" Good Morning ma." She turned to me and gave me a sad look. "What"s wrong? I asked.

"Good morning Zenia," her melancholy voice spoke.

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

"Zenia. This is your father."

My brain made a 360° turn in my head and my blood came to a boil very quickly. An instant headache came at once.

"My what? I asked, still struck at...