CHAPTER 70 – Zara’s POV When Nick dropped that bombshell, it felt like the world turned icy. In an instant, a chill ran through my body, leaving me speechless and teary-eyed. The weight of his words pressed down on me, making it difficult to face him any longer. I feared that my emotions would betray me, causing me to say something I'd regret later. Leaving the precinct, I could feel my strength draining away. My knees wobbled, threatening to give out beneath me. I felt utterly weak, vulnerable in the face of such overwhelming news. The news of my daughter’s survival brought a mix of joy and guilt as a mother. I couldn't shake the feeling of remorse knowing that while I slept soundly in a comfortable bed and had three meals a day, my child was living in an orphanage, possibly feeling unloved and abandoned. “Let's go to Lucas, our child! Please!” I pleaded, my heart constricting, making it hard to catch my breath. “Honey, please, try to calm down. We'll be reunited with our son soo

CHAPTER 72 – Zara’s POV We had been tirelessly searching for donors, hoping to find the perfect pair of eyes for Ava. As we awaited her recovery from the recent eye surgery, she remained fragile due to malnourishment. To ensure the well-being of both Ava and Enrique, we sought the assistance of our trusted pediatrician. Regular check-ups and monitoring their health became our top priority. “Thank you, Mom. I love you!” she exclaimed, planting a sweet kiss on my cheek. I offered my cheek, making it easier for her to reach. Our youngest overflowed with affection. “Mom loves you too, my dear. Alright, let's take a break from the cookies for now and have lunch later, alright?” I suggested as we moved to the table. “It's okay, Mom. These dolls are just for me to play with,” she assured me, referring to the gifts from her uncles and aunts. I anticipated that they would spoil her, especially since she was currently the youngest among her cousins. We thoroughly enjoyed the meal that Mom

CHAPTER 74 – Zara’s POV The night weighed heavily upon us as we slept, carrying with it unresolved grievances. No greetings were exchanged, no apologies offered, and our stubbornness held us captive. The emotional distance between Lucas and me mirrored the separation of our children into separate rooms. The air grew cold, and doubts crept into my heart, leaving me feeling insecure and unimportant in his eyes. The warmth of our marriage seemed to wane, and tears streamed down my face throughout the night, burdened by the fear that his love for me had vanished. How had we come to this? I believed Lucas and I were destined to endure together until the very end. Yet here we were, estranged and adrift. His heart had seemingly changed with alarming swiftness, and I questioned why. Was it just me? Why had he distanced himself so abruptly? The weight of my emotions consumed me, and tears flowed ceaselessly. I cried out all the pain and anguish burdening my heart, emptying myself of the sor