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 f*****g 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
