~Zion’s POV~
It was somewhere after 9 p.m. when I finished reading the rubbish Robert Jones had sent me through email. My wife was draped in a white towel when I returned to my room. When I walked into the room, she instantly moved to the side of the bed and curled up into a ball, closing her eyes with her hands forming fists. I walked up to her and lifted her off the floor, placing her on top of the bed.
“Maya?” I Called out to her.
Her face was turned away from me, avoiding eye contact. Then, all of a sudden, she jumped out of bed and knelt before me.
“Zion I’m sorry. I-Um-I didn’t know I was married to you. I had no idea I was married to you, let alone knowing I was married,” she began sobbing and choked on her own words. "I-I swear. I was under the impression that I was married to
