The ride back to the mansion was filled with tears and exhaustion. I felt just as helpless as my tears. 

My life had now become a recent cycle of getting annoyed with Zyran, hiding my pain, swallowing my pride and then forgiving him. 

I wished I could just walk away. The pain was becoming too much for me, but apart from the fact that I loved Zyran, I didn’t want my baby to grow in a broken home. 

When my cab finally pulled up to the iron gates, the house was dark except for the bright light coming from the living room window. 

I took a deep breath and placed...