Edmund's POV
A week since we returned, the sheer amount of flower bouquets that flooded the lobby every day was the least of my worry. One letter that looked as plain as day, stood out the most among many. No recipient. No sender. Just a plain white envelope.
As soon as I was in the office, I pulled out pages and pages of letters directed to Maisie. How it opened with telling her not to trust me. How understanding he was that she chose to marry me. That if she chooses to divorce me, he would happily marry her again.
My fingers trembled so hard, it ripped the edges of the paper. My blood boiled and my irritation began to overflow. I had to lock my office door!
The more I read, the brazen the contents of the letter turned into. He made excuses about his infidelity, that he was played into believing he had to have an heir. How she failed to give him one.
