Sebastian's POV
This weekend had been the worst ever. From turning and tossing on the bed, fighting the urge not to pick up my phone and call Amy, to driving to her house and turning back again.
I was missing my wife.
I stared at the figures on my computer trying to decipher what it meant everything was blurred, each line reminding me of the face I wanted to see so much. I was bothered, bothered that she was no longer interested. On Sunday, after her picture had gone viral; I had panicked. As much as I wanted her to succeed and do well, I was scared at the same time that she would be taken away from me. I was scared that she would become lured and seduced by the sweetness of the entertainment industry, plus Seth had told me she had gone out with a man on Saturday to grab a bite and Mi
