Stepping out of Alex's office, James sighed with desperation.
There are a few things he couldn't understand about his boss, and his view of Sonia Walkers was one of them.
He paused mid-step and glanced back at the door, his brow furrowed as though the polished wood itself might offer answers.
After the wedding, James had expected something different. Not perfection, perhaps, but at least the semblance of a flourishing, enviable marriage.
Instead… there had been distance. Coldness. Indifference so sharp it bordered on cruelty.
He outrightly instructed he shouldn't address her as Mrs. Hort, and as a result he had always called her Miss Sonia in his presence.
And whenever he had errands to run with Sonia, he had to bite his tongue back and call her Mrs. Hort.
For James, he was hopeful that one day Alex would see the good in her, but with her life already ended and there's no turning back, he felt sorry for her.
