ZAYN MALIK 💋

The building reflected the city's hustle and bustle. Inside, everything was organized, elegant… and intense. Zayn Malik sat Chase on his lap, while the little boy played distractedly with the drawstring of his sweatshirt. "Shall we go see Mom?" Zayn murmured. Across the room, she was in her element. Confident, smiling, chatting with James Carter, one of the company's youngest executives. Intelligent, charismatic… and dangerously charming. —I just need to adjust the timing—she said, laughing at something he had said. And it was at that precise moment that Zayn saw him. Just a few feet away, with Chase in his arms. His smile, the way he leaned over, his demeanor... And he felt it. An intense heat. Uncomfortable. Jealousy. Without thinking, he approached. —Am I interrupting something? She froze for a second, but then recovered. "Honey... What are you doing here?" She took Chase in her arms and kissed him. But her gaze already understood. She knew Zayn too well. James cleared his throat, noticing the tension. —I... I think it would be best if I left them... —I think it's for the best —Zayn interrupted, direct and unfiltered. The drive home was silent. Chase was asleep in the back seat. When they arrived, after putting the baby to bed, Zayn was waiting for her, standing in the middle of the living room. Tense. Jaw clenched. "Who was that guy? "she snapped . "A coworker." "Coworker? He seemed like more. You were laughing with him." "I laugh with people, Zayn. It's part of my job." "I saw a guy interested in my wife! "he raised his voice. "This isn't about him," she said firmly. "It's about you." "Sure. Always me." "Yeah, you. Because I didn't do anything wrong," she replied. "Do you like her? "he blurted out, crossing a dangerous line. She looked at him, incredulous, her eyes blazing with anger and pain. " Are you really asking me that? After all this time..." "I saw you smiling at him, and I was there, feeling like a stranger in your world," he confessed, his voice breaking with a consuming insecurity.