MasukKanya's POV I didn't sleep well. Sydney’s words played on a loop in my mind, echoing through the empty spaces of the room. Zane had lied. He hadn’t been at the boutiques at all, and he hadn’t been with her. But why? Why did he lie? Was he trying to make me jealous, or was he simply trying to make me suffer more by letting me believe he was with her? I tossed and turned for most of the night, my mind racing with questions I couldn't answer. I had only managed a few hours of restless sleep when the insistent ringing of my phone alarm jolted me awake. I reached for the device, squinting at the screen. The date stared back at me: April 19th. A notification popped up on the calendar, a cruel reminder of what was supposed to be our fourth anniversary. I sat on the edge of the bed and felt a sharp pang of grief. It stung that he had ended everything just days before this milestone. Now the date was nothing more than a ghost of a life we no longer shared. It stung more than I was willing
Kanya's POV I woke up at noon. The room was dark, but a sliver of light cut through the heavy curtains. My body felt lighter after the sleep, but my chest felt heavy. I stared at the ceiling and thought about Zane’s expression in the car. The coldness in his eyes had cut deeper than anything he said. The silence of the room was too much. I reached for my phone and called Taylor. "Kanya? Are you okay?" Taylor asked as soon as she picked up. "I just woke up," I said. My voice was raspy. "Oh no. What did he do this time? Did he say something else to hurt you?" I closed my eyes. I didn't want to recount the hallway fall or the meeting or the way Zane had practically handed me over to Enrique. "It doesn't matter. I have the day off. He is taking Sydney to the boutiques." "He gave you a day off in Paris? That's a first." "He doesn't want me around," I said. "Where can I go today? Somewhere beautiful, but without a lot of couples. I don't want to see people holding hands right now."
Kanya's POV "It was an accident," I said quietly, keeping my eyes on my laptop screen. "I turned the corner too fast and ran straight into him. I lost my balance and fell. Mr. Blake was kind enough to help me up." Enrique sat down across from us. He didn't take his eyes off me. “It may have been a fall, but you didn’t look well. Are you sure you shouldn't be in bed?" "I appreciate you looking out for my staff, Mr. Blake," Zane said smoothly. "But Miss Klopper is perfectly capable of managing her own health. Shall we focus on the business at hand?" "Of course," Enrique said, leaning back with a relaxed smile. "Though I should probably keep an eye out for her later. We are practically neighbors, after all." The air at the table turned freezing. Zane didn't move. He didn't even blink. But I could feel the heat coming off him. He looked at Enrique, then at me. The silence lasted too long. "I didn’t realize you were staying in the North Wing as well," Zane said, each word measured.
Kanya's POV I stared at the key card sitting on the cold marble. Picking it up, I began the slow walk toward the North Wing elevators while my legs felt heavy and unresponsive. I had not eaten since yesterday, and though the rich scent of the hotel restaurant made my stomach twist with hunger, I was simply too exhausted to care about food. I pressed the button for the twentieth floor and leaned my head against the mirrored wall. I looked at my reflection. My eyes were bloodshot. My skin was pale. Zane was right. I looked like a mess. The elevator doors opened. I stepped out and began walking down the long, carpeted hallway. I was looking for room 2004. My vision flickered for a second, a wave of dizziness washing over me. I turned a corner and walked straight into a solid wall of fabric. The impact sent me backward. My heels slipped on the carpet, and I hit the floor hard. My bag flew from my shoulder. I didn’t even realize I hadn’t zipped it properly until everything came spilli
Kanya's POV That night, I sat on the edge of the bed in my hotel room. The space felt small and cold. My suitcases lay open and disorganized across the floor, clothes spilling out in uneven piles, a reminder of my unsettled life. My phone buzzed softly on the nightstand. Nana’s FaceTime call lit up the screen. I took a moment to clear my throat and put on my best face before I finally hit the green button to answer. "There she is!" Nana said. She was sitting in her new chair. She looked so comfortable. "Did you give Zane that kiss for me? Did you tell him how much I love the chair?" "I did, Nana," I lied. My fingers tightened against the mattress. "He was happy you liked it." "Oh, he's such a gem." Nana beamed, smoothing her hand over the leather armrest. "When are you and Zane coming home for dinner? I want to cook that roast he likes, the one with the rosemary, just to thank him properly for the chair." "We can't come this week, Nana," I said, my voice wavering for a second b
Kanya's POV The room erupted into polite applause. The sound felt like a physical weight pressing against my eardrums. I stood perfectly still, my hands clasped tightly in front of me. Zane didn't break eye contact as he pulled away from Sydney’s lips. He looked satisfied. "To celebrate," Zane said, his voice booming over the lobby, "lunch is on me today. There is a full spread being set up in the breakroom. Please, help yourselves." The crowd began to move. I stayed rooted to the spot. The whispers started almost immediately. I didn't need to hear my name to know they were talking about me. "Can you believe it?" one woman from marketing whispered to her friend. "Engaged already. And a baby on the way." "She is so lucky," the other replied. "I guess when you know, you know. It’s funny, though. He was with the other one for three years and never even gave her a ring. I guess he just didn't want to marry her." The words felt like physical blows. Taylor appeared at my side, her fac







