Clarissa's POV
God, I was so tired. Tired of it all. Sophie was back, finally, but she was quieter than usual, floating around the house like a ghost. I was incredibly thankful when she decided she wanted to go out, reminiscent of her happier days when she spent time with friends outside of the house. I sat there in the study, barely hearing a word that my so-called husband Mathew was saying. I tended to tune him out, whenever I could.
"Profits are way up this year, and the company as a whole is doing well. At this rate, we can hire more staff and spend more time at home."
I try not to shudder at the thought of spending more time at home with Mathew. God how I despised the man I'd married. If my parents hadn't forced me to when I got pregnant, I might still have had a chance to find my
