After that fire incident, Enzo was never the same. He might have been the same father to Zoren, but never the same husband. He shunned all news about Naylani, and no word about her reached his son's ears.
And after that incident, he never mentioned her name — not even once.
The once affectionate husband, who would have caught the entire universe for the love of his life, had coldly thrown out all of her things. Some of them, he burned. The man who used to think about his wife and son in his waking moments and thanked the heavens for blessing him with such family every night was no longer the same. He never looked for her, cried for her, or even dreamed about her.
It was as though she never existed.
For Enzo, it was only him and his son.
Love? He didn't need that anymore, not when he had an adorable, yet very smart kid by his side.