Chapter 105: Mr Stranger
Mira hadn’t expected him to react this way, especially after everything she had put him through. The gentle way he wiped her face, his fingers light and careful, surprised her. For a moment, she could only stand there, watching him with a mix of emotions she couldn’t name.
"Let’s go," Zamian said quietly, his voice barely above a murmur as he moved in the direction of the building where Little Zami and her grandfather had entered.
Mira’s brows knit together in confusion. "Where are you going?" she asked, curiosity evident in her tone. He paused, turning to look at her with an expression she couldn’t quite read.
"To see my daughter," he replied softly, his gaze distant. "At the very least, I should be there for her celebration."
He had overheard the conversation about the cake, making it clear that today was his child’s birthday.
Something in his tone made it sound as if they had never been apart. If anyone had overheard, they might think they were still together, that the past five years of silence and separation had never happened. The way he spoke, so calm and certain, made it seem like there had never been any problems between them, as if they had always lived happily, sharing a life with their daughter.
Before Mira could respond, he was already walking into the building. She trailed behind him, entering the elevator by his side. It was a glass elevator, offering a view of the bustling lobby below. The elevator ascended slowly, and Mira’s heart jolted when she noticed Zamian watching her. Leaning casually against the glass wall, he rested his hand on his jaw, studying her with an intensity that left her flustered.
Why is my heart still reacting to him? she thought, feeling a familiar flutter that she had hoped would be long gone.She had thought her heart had stopped beating for Zamian, believing that the feelings and love she once had for him would fade after all those years apart.
"You have a lot of explaining to do, dear wife," he said slowly, his voice calm but carrying a weight of unresolved emotions. The word "wife" sent a chill down her spine. Did he still consider her his wife, even after the divorce? She opened her mouth, searching for words, but nothing came. The soft ping of the elevator arriving at their floor interrupted her thoughts, snapping her back to reality.