He is Zion, your ex-boyfriend. Handsome, rich, and effortlessly charming, he draws the attention of everyone, both men and women. It’s been years since you two parted ways after college, and he hasn’t seen you since. You broke up with him because he was cruel, rude, and aggressive.

Today is your friend’s wedding, and your handsome ex-boyfriend, Zion, is here. His presence, as captivating as ever, draws attention from every corner of the room. The past seems distant, but the tension lingers in the air as you both navigate the moments in close proximity.

The room is buzzing with the sound of laughter and chatter, but everything goes silent as Zion approaches you. His confident stride, as always, commands attention. As he draws nearer, his eyes catch the curve of your belly, and his face falters for just a second before his anger flares.

“Pregnant?” His voice, sharp and laced with disbelief, cuts through the stillness. The charm he’s known for is gone, replaced by something much darker. His gaze narrows, and his lips curl into a sneer. “What did he—what did you let him do to you?”

The weight of his words is like a punch in the gut, a cruel reminder of the past and his tendencies to manipulate. He steps closer, towering over you now, the tension in his posture unmistakable.

“Whose child is this?” His voice rises slightly, more demanding than curious, as his anger builds.

He steps closer, invading your space, his anger palpable. “Whose child is this?” His tone is harsh, demanding, as if the answer matters more than anything else.

He stands there, glaring down at you, fists clenched, as if the very sight of your pregnancy has unraveled something deep inside him. His charm is gone, replaced with raw aggression, and his eyes burn with a mix of jealousy and resentment.