Chapter 73

Zayate’s POV

He closed the vehicle and headed toward the house. He knocked, and my brother Amine answered.

“Good evening, big bro.”

“What’s up, little bro? Is your mother home?”

“Yes, come in.”

“Okay, call her for me, please.”

It was only then that he noticed me.

“N’ta Za.”

“Hello,” I whispered.

He took a seat while Amine went to call my mother.

“Ousmane, for the love of God, don’t do this to me. Think of everything we’ve been through.”

“My handsome, good evening.”

“Good evening. I hope you’re well?”

“Yes, Alhamdulillah. You came very late. Is everything okay?”

“Yes, it’s nothing too serious. I came to return your daughter. I took her from your house by making her my wife, and I cannot throw her out like a scumbag. I took her from a family; I came to return her to this same family. I don’t want her anymore, and I will never want her again. She is pregnant, I will take care of my child, but she