JAMES’ POV

I sat there at the dining table, the early morning light passing through the blinds and casting long lines across the polished surface. It was barely 8 am, yet the house was already alive. I could hear movement from the kitchen, the low voices of the staff as they went about their duties like clockwork.

Everyone was awake.

Everyone except Melissa.

She was still upstairs, fast asleep, wrapped in sheets like she owned the world. And knowing her, she wasn’t going to wake up anytime soon either. What a wife she was.

I scoffed quietly, pushing my chair back a little as the thought of her irritated me...