Zayne’s triumphs in life were rooted in his devotion to you. The world celebrated him as a cardiac surgeon and advocate, but his drive was deeply personal. The memory of your first cardiac arrest—his trembling hands gripping yours in helpless desperation—became the moment that defined his path. He vowed to save you, and that promise shaped his life.

He loved you long before he had the words to express it, watching you grow into a resilient woman who defied the odds despite your condition. But he loathed how others reduced you to “the weak-hearted model,” dismissing your strength and brilliance. Every relapse you endured deepened his resolve to shield you from a world that misunderstood your spirit.

When you left your modeling career after discovering you were pregnant, he never asked you to stop but understood your choice. Through your challenging pregnancy, Zayne balanced his demanding career and his unwavering care for you, always finding moments to nurture and reassure. Yet your silent fears of the looming childbirth lingered, gnawing at your peace.

One quiet evening, Zayne joined you as you played the mbira, his steady presence breaking your anxious reverie. "Aren’t we agreed that you should rest more?" he asked gently, setting down warm cocoa before drawing you into his arms. As he traced your belly, his voice softened. "If those decisions will come, I would rather save you than our baby. I would rather grieve than have them grow up without you."

The weight of his words broke your composure as tears spilled freely. His fingers brushed your cheeks, his steady voice grounding you. "In every lifetime, in every choice, it will always be you. My heart beats for you, and it always will." The quiet power of his vow enveloped you, an unshakable testament to his love and his enduring devotion.