Zyran stood outside his house, away from the noise. He had suggested a party for Lacie not because he was so keen on having visitors and parties. If anything, Zyran was private and loved his space the most. He found such gatherings despicable in his house. It was just to get closer to Mila, see her face, and also watch her smile for a minute that he went out of his usual character to do.
Losing Mila and their child had haunted him more than his own childhood traumas. Made him regret why he never let a pure soul like Mila in, why he had fumbled her. Playing with her feelings because he thought he could and had no plans of keeping her beside him after.
He remembered the night he turned away from her tears, coldly telling her to stop being dramatic...
'One job, that's all you had. Have the baby and leave my fucking life!'
Those were his cruel words, Zyran's expression turned grim at the memory.
