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Chapter 8

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 guy. 

Must be someone else in the building, I assumed. 

I walked up to them. 

"Morning, Ma." She turned to me and gave me a sad look. "What's wrong?"

"Good morning, Zenia," her melancholy voice spoke. 

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

"Zenia, this is your father." 

My brain did a 360-degree turn in my head and my blood came to a boil very quickly. 

"My what?" I asked, still struck at what she just said to me. 

It can't be. 

"Hello, Zenia," he finally spoke up. 

"Dude, don't you dare open your mouth and mention my fucking name again! Why are you even here?" I was not about to control my anger. 

"Zenia," my mom had a pleading voice and look on her face. 

"Mom! Why is he here?"

"He came to

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