~Zayn's POV~
The breath left my body. My smile vanished, replaced by an icy fury far worse than the anger this morning.
"What did you just say now?" I asked, my voice dangerously low, turning to face her fully.
She didn't flinch this time; she was enjoying the power. "You heard me clearly, Mr. Bottom."
The insult, the shaming, the disgusting homophobia, it worked. It finally broke the last thread of guilt and patience. She wasn't an innocent mother; she was a bully using hate to destroy my life. But I refused to lose control again. I inhaled sharply, channeling the rage into cold, decisive action.
"Meera," I stated, my voice flat, devoid of emotion. "Tomorrow, you pack your things and you leave my house."
She started to protest, but I cut her off.
"You had all day. You had all the time you asked for. You did not provide the child, and you did not cooperate with the DNA test you agreed to. Therefore, there is no reason to keep you here, and no reason for you to stay."
