All Chapters of The Perfect Retribution : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The atmosphere at the dinner table was thick with tension, particularly between Amanda, Zion, and Ayva. Their stolen glances at each other were subtle yet noticeable, and Ayva clenched her fist by her side to keep herself calm. Amanda's parents seemed completely oblivious to the underlying tension."Ayva, I must say, you are the most beautiful pregnant woman I've ever seen," Brenda Kerrington complimented with a smile."Oh, thank you so much. You're too kind," Ayva replied, mirroring the expression, although her smile seemed forced and insincere. The way Zion nervously twiddled his fingers under the table spoke volumes - he clearly didn't want to be there."I heard you managed to secure a collaboration with T&K Designs." Thomas Kerrington chimed in, taking a sip of water as they waited for their food. "You truly are the best at what you do. My foundation has tried countless times to get T&K's attention. Your influence makes me want to tap into it. Maybe if they find out that I raised

As the morning sun peeked through the curtains, Zion strolled into the room, a tray filled with an array of Ayva's favorite foods in hand. With a mischievous grin, he greeted her in a singsong voice, "Good morning, sunshine!" His playful tone was accompanied by a falsetto voice as he exclaimed. "Guess what day it is? It's Valentine's Day and you're starting the day with breakfast in bed!"Ayva's expression however, remained blank, as if she were looking at a stranger. She couldn't comprehend his sudden shift in demeanor. Just the night before, she had made it clear that she wanted a divorce, even handing him the papers to sign before retiring to bed. Yet here he was, acting as if their conversation had never taken place. She couldn't help but feel utterly confused."What... are you doing?" Ayva asked as she slowly sat up in bed, her voice filled with confusion and disbelief. It was barely 7 am, and there stood her estranged husband, entering her room as if everything between them was

"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 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.

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'