A missing wife

*Ben*

I awaken with my head feeling as heavy as my heart. I rather wish that I hadn't asked Skye about her history with Beaumont because I have a strong need to go find him and pummel the man to within an inch of his life.

I have catched glimpses of her innocence when she kills spiders, falls into the arms of a waiting servants, and laughs, dancing her fingers over the piano keys. I wish I had known her before Beaumont tore away her guilelessness, although I recognize that I would have considered her too pure for the likes of me, giving her little thought because she would have been likable and the last thing I wanted was a woman I could fancy.

How ironic then that I ended up with one I could love.

I shouldn't have come to her, should have resisted, but where she is concerned, I had no resistance from the moment I opened the door to her.

I curse her for bringing a loneliness to my life that I had never before experienced. I never had any trouble sleeping alone, and now I despise