Zayn’s world narrowed to Jane’s poisonous stare and the cold clinical paper in her hand.

He didn’t answer, but his silence was enough answer for her.

Her smile turned triumphant and cruel. “I knew it,” she hissed. “You slept with her. And now…” She waved the DNA report. “You thought the boy was yours. I guess you’ve been playing daddy too, haven’t you?”

“Give me the report and leave,” Zayn said quietly, his voice carrying a warning.

“Or what?” she ...