Chapter Twelve

"Ayva, what's the matter?" Zion asked, concern evident in his expression as he placed a hand on her shoulder.

Ayva startled, as if snapping out of a daze. She shook her head, gently removing his hand from her shoulder.

"I'm okay." She replied, realizing that she hadn't voiced her thoughts to Zion directly. She lacked the courage, she admitted to herself. It was all in her head. Without uttering another word, she turned around and made her way to their room.

********

(Two days later)

As the early morning hours ticked by, Ayva found herself arriving at work earlier than usual. It was a restless night for her, unable to sleep as thoughts of her upcoming confrontation with Zion consumed her mind.

With a sense of urgency, she monitored Zion's movement around the house, relying on the hidden cameras she had installed and when she realized he was about to leave home, she immediately grabbed her car key and headed out of the office.

"Is something wrong ma'am?" Caitlyn, her secretary asked up