"I'm going to tell you everything Ayva." He said with determination as he gazed into Ayva's eyes, searching for a glimmer of understanding.Ayva crossed her arms, her expression guarded. "What else is there to know? I already found out everything." She spat, her tone defensive."No. You don't have the full picture or know the true nature of our relationship and the reality of what happened between Amanda and me." Zion pleaded, his voice filled with regret and desperation.Ayva hesitated, her curiosity piqued. She couldn't help but wonder if there was more to the story than what she believed. Slowly, she uncrossed her arms, a flicker of vulnerability in her eyes."I'll give you the whole story, from the very beginning up until now. Just promise me you will listen." Zion implored, his voice filled with a raw sincerity that tugged at Ayva's heart.After a moment, Ayva nodded slowly, her anger starting to subside. "And promise me that whatever I say, you won't let it hurt you. Please, Ayva
Justin’s POVThe sound of the crash reverberated through the phone, filling me with a sense of dread and fear. My desperate yells and screams went unanswered by Ayva, leaving me even more shaken. My hands, damp with sweat, trembled as they gripped the steering wheel tightly. Despite knowing her location, it felt like she was miles away from me. Ignoring the speed limits, I pressed down on the accelerator, consumed by a whirlwind of terrible thoughts. My heart pounded in my chest, and a tightness gripped my throat as the fear of the unknown consumed me.As I approached the spot on the map where it indicated that her car was, I could sense that something had gone terribly wrong. It was that time she disappeared for three days that prompted me to discreetly install a tracking device in her car, hoping it would help me find her if she ever disappeared again. Now, as I witnessed the long trail of cars diverting around a particular section of the road, I knew that was where she was. The ro
Justin's POVIt was just another day, doing all the things I hated - giving orders, working, being in charge of my father's company in the TM industry.My life took a drastic turn when I asked my father for help, to get me into the hospital to see Ayva. I don't know why I thought he would willingly help his own son in a time of need. But trust Fredrick Mount to take advantage of his desperate son and have him sign a contract before offering any assistance. A contract that stated I had to move back home.Ayva still hadn't woken up, and the hospital she was in wasn't up to standard. It wasn't the best in the country. I couldn't get her into the top hospital without my father's help. So, despite my aversion to working with my father - something I had desperately avoided since I was 18 years old - I signed the contract.Six months went by in a flash without any good news about Ayva's condition from the hospital. She was in a coma, and they couldn't tell when or if she would ever wake up.
****Five years later****Zion’s POV****Mature Scenes Below****"You have no idea how much I've missed you," Amanda whispered against my lips as I walked through the door."I've missed you too, babe. Not a single day went by without thoughts of you and this," I replied, my breath ragged. My hands slid under her t-shirt, gently cupping her perky breasts. Her nipples responded instantly, hardening under my touch.But the truth was, during my two-week business trip in Vegas, Amanda was the furthest thing from my mind. I wasn't alone there. I had traveled with Maribelle, a woman I had been secretly seeing for the past six months. And those two weeks in Vegas were filled with passionate moments. But of course, I couldn’t tell her that while she was here, eagerly waiting for me, I was over there, fucking another woman."Oh yeah?" she replied, her smile brightening.I knew exactly how to put her in a good mood. I knew the words she wanted to hear, so that's all I said."You have no idea," I
Zion’s POVMy body felt frozen as if I were standing in an ice-cold room. My eyes widened, while my jaw dropped so low it nearly grazed the ground. I couldn’t speak, and I struggled to process the reality of what was happening.Amanda’s reaction mirrored my own, if not surpassing it in intensity. Her face contorted with a mixture of disbelief, awe, and perhaps a touch of fear. It was the expression one might wear when they bear witness to the impossible as if they had just seen a deceased soul return to the realm of the living.And indeed, we had witnessed the resurrection of the deceased. The impossible had become reality before our very eyes.Ayva, sitting on the bed, observed the scene that unfolded before her, her brows knitted together in a deep furrow. Her eyes lost and searching, as she struggled to comprehend the incomprehensible.Amanda and I remained transfixed, our gazes fixed on her like curious onlookers observing an alien. In a feeble attempt to voice her thoughts, Ayva'
Ayva's POVIt's been a week since I found out that I was in a coma for six years. When Amanda told me, I couldn't believe it. It felt like I had only dozed off for a couple of hours. But when I tried to get out of bed, reality hit me hard. My legs were weak, like jelly, and I couldn't even take a single step before my knees buckled and I almost face-planted. Thankfully, Amanda’s husband, Zion, was quick on his feet and caught me before I hit the ground.Zion, I noticed, is not much of a talker. He has barely said ten words to me since I woke up. And it's not just that. He actively avoids looking at me, like I make him uncomfortable. I get it, to be honest. His wife brought her comatose friend into their home and made me a part of their lives for five whole years. They've only been married for four, and because of me, he never had the privacy he deserved with his wife and their daughter, Allison.The morning after I woke up, Amanda introduced me to Allison. She's such a cute and lovely
Justin's POVMy heart raced as I laid eyes on Ayva, disbelief and confusion washing over me. How could it be? Ayva passed away five years ago, and I vividly remember attending her funeral. Yet, here she was, standing before me. My brows furrowed as I carefully examined her face, searching for any subtle clues that might indicate that she wasn't Ayva but someone who looked like her. The thoughts were interrupted by her voice when she asked, "How do you know my name?" The voice was unmistakably Ayva's. A chill went down my spine as realized that it was really her. Confusion clouded my mind. I had so many questions I wanted to ask. Why doesn't she remember me? And why was she confined to a wheelchair? I was concerned and curious, desperately trying to figure out the mystery that was before me.Interrupting my thoughts, a lady's voice called out from behind me, "Ms. Ayva, we need to leave." The lady reached for the handle of Ayva's wheelchair, ready to whisk her away."Wait!" Ayva
Ayva’s POVTwo months flew by in the blink of an eye, and now it was my final day of physical therapy. I had made remarkable progress—I could walk flawlessly and even run as fast as I pleased. Though my memory hadn't returned, I was overjoyed to regain my independence, no longer confined to a wheelchair.Earlier, I had texted Justin to let him know that the doctor had discharged me. He replied, saying he was in a meeting. As much as I hated to admit it, his message made me a little sad. Justin had been there for me throughout the past two months, accompanying me to the hospital and even arranging for his secretary to be by my side on the days he couldn't make it. But today, for the first time, I had come to the hospital all by myself.After bidding farewell to the nurses, I stepped out of the hospital, taking a deep breath. I felt liberated, happy, and capable of going anywhere I desired. Normally, I would head back to Amanda's house after therapy, but today, I wanted to go somewhere