With everything going on , I still have to go and face the woman who's supposedly carrying Zayn's child.
And today is the day. I can't say I'm looking forward to it but I just want to do what I have to do and get it over and done with.
As I sit across from Lana at the quiet corner of the café, the air thickens with tension. Her eyes, steely and calculating, meet mine, I'm not so sure what I see there…
"Look, Kattie."
She begins, her voice a mixture of frustration and resolve,
"I know you have every reason to doubt me, and I don't blame you. But this—this isn't about you or me; it's about Zayn and the child."
She pauses, her fingers nervously tapping on the table. Her demeanour suggests she's telling the truth about her pregnancy, yet the animosity she harbours is palpable.
I lean forward, locking eyes with her, my voice steady but forceful.
