Chapter 11 I am your Dead Wife

Zaniyah's Point of View

I was forced to open my eyes because the bright, burning sunshine was striking them. After shielding my eyes from the light with one hand, I gently rose for fear that the coach I had been sleeping on might lead me to lose my balance.

But it wasn't until I felt how wide I was lying that I realized I was already in bed.

I turned my head to the side and saw the space around the man who was typing intently on his laptop. Ambrose was seated at the corner table.

When I sat down, I didn't move an inch and bit my lip as I remembered what Violet and Ambrose had discussed that night.

Yes, I didn't sleep throughout those hours. I had no doubt that he was keeping an eye on me as I fell asleep. In fact, I was conscious of what they were talking about; but, after that, sleepiness overtook me, and as a result, I was ignorant that he had taken me back to the room.

I gave a feeble sigh and then shifted my foot to the other side of the bed so that he wouldn't be able to see that