Chapter 92

Alexander's POV...

I plopped myself on the room couch, feeling exhausted. My men informed me Edwina had been going back and forth to the prison. To make matters worse, she didn't pick up any of my calls. It got me on edge. Despite knowing she was in safe hands, it just pisses me off that she didn't see it fit enough to put a call through to me.

It was obvious she prioritized her sister over her own husband. Curiosity nagged at my being as I kept trying to think of what had transpired during the day. Anxiety was never a good look for me. Caleb insisted I wait for her at home and not follow her like I had intended. He was right. If I ever wanted our relationship to work, I had to have a little bit of faith in her as a person.

I hadn't had dinner yet. When I got offered, I couldn't help eating alone, knowing my wife was on her way home. Instead, I had told them to send over the dinner of chicken and salad to our room. I don't want to lose sight of her whenever she comes in.

About an hour