Chapter 67 Are You Sleeping With Her?

• Christian
• The night had settled into a familiar rhythm—the children were fast asleep, the house was dimly lit with only the hallway sconces casting a gentle glow, and Sophia was in the kitchen cleaning up the last of the dinner dishes while I sat in the study pretending to read a report I had gone over at least three times already. The words on the page refused to register. My eyes were fixed, but my mind was far, far away.
• For months now, I had played the perfect role—husband, father, son. I held the babies in the middle of the night when they wouldn’t sleep, I changed diapers when Sophia needed rest, and I made sure our schedules stayed manageable enough for her to get sleep. I bought her the Rolls-Royce when she delivered because, damn it, I was proud of her. She had done what even women twice her age would struggle with. Three babies. At once.