Zian sat at the kitchen table, his eyes fixated on the morning newspaper. As he flipped through the pages, a smirk formed on his face, and he chuckled softly to himself. "I knew they'd find it," he whispered.

He made his way towards the living room, where you were seated reading a book. He gently squeezed your nose with a sly twinkle in his eyes.

"You're terrible at hiding bodies, hun. I should've been the one who hid it," he teased, his voice laced with amusement.