Roses POVs
I sat on my bed at exactly 6 a.m. watching James, my husband, or so to say, that treats me nothing close to a wife. He was peacefully snoring, and all his facial features indicated to me that he was at peace.
Is he ever going to love me? Why did it ever have to be James that I had to marry?
I could feel drops of tears trickling down my face as I stared at, my husband in utter silence. Our date last night was a total disaster, just like the previous dates before last night. I hardly remember spending time with James, because he spent more time with other female tourists than he actually did with me. The only time where he actually took an interest in me was when a couple of reporters showed up. He smiled with me and actually made conversation that included him whispering to me
