Upon hearing this, Felix Preston continued making up the sofa without missing a beat. He said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, "Yeah. Haven't I always slept on the sofa?"
"You…" Sonia Quincy was at a loss for words.
Watching Felix's practiced movements as he prepared the sofa, and hearing the matter-of-fact tone in his voice, Sonia's heart suddenly ached.
He was clearly the victim in this marriage, the one who gave everything, yet Felix Preston had never received the respect and fairness he deserved. When he was successful, she had treated him like an ATM. When he fell on hard times, she used him as a punching bag.
She had wronged him in every possible way, yet he never thought of getting revenge. Even when Sonia, now in her body, said she wanted to make amends, he had been soft-hearted enough to give her a chance to change.
He did it all without resentment, simply because he was her husband and she was carrying his child.
