Zachary's mouth curved into a sly, knowing smirk, the kind that sent an uneasy chill down Riya's spine. His mind wandered back to that night at the hotel where he had crossed paths with Liam by pure chance. They had brushed past each other, Liam moving with such haste he didn't notice the wallet slipping from his pocket.
Zachary had picked it up, ready to return it, when a small photograph tucked inside caught his eye. The sight had stopped him cold.
His silence was making Riya twitch with impatience. She clutched his sleeve. "Who is she?" she asked eagerly.
He answered with a smug satisfaction, "It's Zara."
He couldn't forget what he had seen. It was clearly Zara's photo in her school uniform, and he was certain Liam had liked her since school.
Riya's reaction was explosive. "What? Zara? That's impossible—you must be mistaken."
