Chapter 165

• ZACHARY’s POV.
• I keep pacing up and down until I hear her footsteps behind me, I turn around to see her walking towards me, an expressionless look on her face.
• In the past I would have pulled her into my embrace and maybe kissed her but right now we have become strangers to ourselves. Looking at her, the thought of my child growing in her belly envelopes me and I swallow hard, the deed has already been done, there is no need to cry over spilt milk.