The room froze.
"I'm… pregnant…"
Lina's weak voice echoed.
She collapsed into Zayn's arms.
"Ayesha…" Zayn whispered, shocked.
His face went pale.
Ayesha felt her heart tear apart.
Pregnant?
With Zayn's child?
So… everything was over.
Zayn held Lina tightly.
"Call the doctor!" he shouted.
Nurses rushed in.
Ryan pulled Ayesha back.
"Stay strong," he whispered.
But she couldn't.
Her legs trembled.
Her eyes burned with tears.
Minutes later…
The doctor came out.
"She's stable," he said.
"But she's emotionally unstable."
Zayn ran his hand through his hair.
"Is… is the baby okay?" he asked.
The doctor hesitated.
"Yes… for now."
Ayesha turned away.
She couldn't hear anymore.
Zayn walked toward her.
"Ayesha, listen—"
"Don't," she said softly.
"You chose her."
He grabbed her wrist.
"I didn't choose anyone!"
"Then why are you holding her?" she cried.
Silence.
He had no answer.
That was enough.
That night, Ayesha packed her bag.
She left the mansion.
No note.
No goodbye.
Only pain.
Two Days Later…
Zayn hadn't slept.
He searched everywhere.
No trace of Ayesha.
Lina watched quietly.
And smiled.
Then—
Ryan called Zayn.
"We need to talk," he said.
"About Lina's pregnancy."
"What about it?" Zayn asked.
"It's fake."
Zayn froze.
"What…?"
"She bribed a nurse," Ryan continued.
"There is no baby."
"She's lying."
The world spun.
Zayn's fists clenched.
"Send me proof."
"Already done," Ryan replied.
Zayn stared at the screen.
Medical reports.
Audio recordings.
Everything.
It was true.
He had been fooled.
Zayn whispered—
"I lost her… because of a lie."
At that moment—
Ayesha fainted in Ryan's car.
Holding a pregnancy test.
With two red lines.
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