Bab 143: Painting

As the car glided smoothly down the road, joy radiated from Little Zami's face, her excitement lighting up the entire vehicle. She pressed her face against the window, her eyes sparkling as she took in the bustling city streets that stretched before them. The happiness she exuded was infectious, and Mira couldn't help but feel a surge of elation herself.

She glanced at the man beside her—her husband, Zamian. It was still hard to believe how much he had changed. Once cold, stoic, and emotionless, he had transformed into someone who was attentive and caring, a version of him she had never thought possible. The memory of his former self felt distant now, replaced by the reality of the warm man sitting next to her.

Her lips curled into a soft, contented smile. She hadn't realized how much this change meant to her until now. Her family was together, happy, and it felt like everything she had dreamed of was finally falling into place.