Chapter 31: My Husband Is A Stranger

    Though Catherine hated to admit it, her eyes were sore from looking at the computer screen. She closed the laptop and called for a servant to bring her a cold compress for her stinging eyes and throbbing forehead. The servant returned several minutes later with a washcloth soaked in lavender water, and Catherine placed the cool cloth over her eyes and stretched out on the sofa. “You have a guest, Mrs. Blair,” the servant said. “But I’ll tell her you’re resting.” Catherine sat bolt upright, and the wet cloth slid off her face and landed with a plop on her lap. “A guest? she asked. “Who?” “It’s a young woman named Sophia Wells,” the servant said. “She claims she’s an old friend.” “Sophia?” Catherine asked, bewildered. “Let her in right away.” She stood from the sofa and listened nervously to the footsteps on the stairs. The door swung open, and Sophia walked into the room, wearing a floral dress and strappy sandals. Her curly, honey blonde hair hung loose down her back. Her face brok