Zain's POV
After I left Blissfield Villa, I called Drew to get the address and drove straight there.
I parked outside and stepped out, catching sight of the Callum family through the wide window. Blanche sat at the table with Vincent next to her, placing a birthday hat on her head.
Amber slid a cake across to her while Quinton lit the candles.
Camila sat on Irene's lap, clapping and singing the birthday song.
Blanche pressed her palms together, shut her eyes, and made a silent wish before the cake. After blowing out the candles, Amber passed her a knife to cut it.
The entire family shared a cozy, happy moment. Vincent stood nearby—though not family, he blended in naturally, wearing a gentle smile and looking content.
I remained outside, watching the scene unfold.
Only then did it hit me—today was Blanche's birthday. Years of marriage, and she'd never mentioned it. I'd never asked either.
