Chapter 8: Family Dinner
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Chapter 8
~Zara's POV~
What's he doing here?
Our eyes met, and for a second, I saw panic flicker in his eyes. Ivan wasn't expecting me. He hadn't prepared for this. His face was pale like he'd seen a ghost.
Questions seemed to swirl in his eyes, but I turned away, pretending he was just another stranger, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. A smirk curled my lips.
But Ivan wasn't having it. He shot to his feet, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. "Zara!" he hollered like a raging bull. "What the hell is going on?"
I scoffed. Before I could speak, he asked again, "Why are you with another man? You're my fiancée, goddammit! Why are you coming here with my uncle?"
Uncle?!
The words seemed to ring endlessly in my ears. Rather than respond, my smile broadened. Now this was just perfect!
Eyes glared in my direction.