Vivian And Her Suspicions

Lately, Vivian had been staying home, focusing on her pregnancy and getting plenty of rest. Still, she couldn’t help feeling puzzled-Zachary had been coming home late for several days in a row.

She tried asking the housekeepers about it, but they hesitated to tell her.

George, noticing her unease, finally spoke up. “Vivian, Zach’s your husband. If you’re worried, just give him a call and ask where he is. And if he dares get annoyed with you or refuses to say anything, come to me I’ll make sure he straightens out.”

Vivian had never been one to pry, but ever since getting pregnant, a strange, persistent fear had taken root inside her.

Maybe it was the hormones, or maybe it was the fact that she now carried a piece of Zachary within her. Whatever the reason, she found herself plagued by anxious thoughts—what if something happened to him? What if he got into an accident? What if he encountered danger while he was out?

“All right,” Vivian replied softly.