Chapter Eight

Justin nodded once, acknowledging that Ayva was right. However, he couldn't help but feel a sting to his ego. He had crossed a boundary even though he knew he shouldn't have done it. He had know Ayva for almost six years, and in all that time, she had never once raised her voice or been this upset with him.

"I'm really sorry," Justin apologized sincerely. As the elevator doors opened on their floor, he stepped out first, giving her some space.

With careful steps, Ayva made her way to her office, mindful not to put any pressure on her injured leg. The employees on her floor exchanged glances, curious about why their boss was limping. However, none of them mustered the courage to ask.

Soon after settling into her office, her phone rang. It was her husband, Zion, calling.

"Hello." She immediately said after picking up the call. And on her other phone, she watched him devouring pizza in their living room. The soft glow of the television illuminated the space, casting a warm ambiance.

"Why