Edwina's POV...
I abhorred the fact that I thought I needed to make peace with him that night and went to f**k him in his study room like some cheap stake, and after all that, he still had the nerve to ask me a question that wasn't called for.
I went back to the room sad and woke up multiple times at night, hoping he would come to bed, but he didn't. He slept in the study room. Why do I feel bad when it was clearly his fault? I wanted to make peace, and he didn't.
I am genuinely trying my best to be his wife, but he doesn't seem to see my effort one bit. I woke up when I could feel the ray of the sun reflecting on my face. I murmured and cursed out because I was aware it was only Becca that could wake me up in such a vicious manner. She is pure evil.
"Good morning, ma'am," she said wit
