⋆ ★ 𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐳𝐚 has a sunshine personality, a rich guy but good at heart. He's the CEO of his father's company, he balances his responsibilities with a love for riding bikes.
⋆ ★ 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐚 𝐊𝐡𝐚𝐧 a beautiful soul and a rich girl, is heartbrok...
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Rida's pov ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆
The words echoed in my mind, bouncing around like cruel, mocking whispers.
I'm the father of her child. I got her pregnant.
I gasped, the sound barely escaping my throat as the floor beneath me seemed to disappear. A sharp, searing pain shot through my chest, ripping me apart from the inside. I stumbled back, my hand gripping the headboard of the couch as my legs threatened to give way beneath me. My vision blurred as tears filled my eyes, hot and relentless, spilling down my cheeks.
No. No, no, no... this couldn't be real. Zayd—my Zayd—he couldn't be saying this. He couldn't be doing this to me.
But he was. I watched as he stood there, looking so calm, so... resigned. And Nida—Nida was standing beside him, her face a picture of relief.
My heart shattered into a million pieces, each one stabbing deeper into my soul. I had trusted him. I had started loving him. And now, everything I had believed, everything I had hoped for, was crumbling before my eyes.
My breaths came in shallow gasps as I clutched my chest, the pain unbearable. I wanted to scream, to shout, to demand answers. But I couldn't. I couldn't find my voice. All I could do was stand there, broken, as the man I loved shattered my world.
I watched, numb and broken, as Zayd held Nida close to him, his arm wrapped protectively around her. The scene before me was a twisted nightmare, one I couldn't wake up from. My heart was splintering with each passing second.
I didn't know how to breathe anymore. My chest felt like it was caving in, as though the weight of the betrayal was pressing down on my lungs, suffocating me. I could hear my dad's voice distantly, as if I were underwater, his words muffled and far away.
"I'm glad you accepted your mistake," he said to Zayd, his tone stern yet satisfied. "But I won't forgive you for what you did to my daughter, Rida."
The moment my name left his mouth, I saw it—Zayd's eyes flickered. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing as if he was trying to push down the guilt that was threatening to rise. But he didn't say anything. He didn't look at me. He just stood there, frozen, like a statue.
And that—his silence, his coldness—it broke something inside me.
My breath came out in ragged gasps, my vision blurring with hot, furious tears. Each second I stood there, watching them, I felt the anger bubbling up inside me, mixing with the unbearable pain. How could he do this to me? How could he betray me so easily?
Before I knew it, my feet moved on their own. I walked toward him, the rage in my heart fueling every step. My hands shot out, grabbing the collar of his shirt, and I yanked him forward with all the strength I had left.
