Chapter 61 My Beautiful Canary

• Zayden's POV:
• Morning light cut through the drapes around the bed. My wife was still asleep, lying on her side. Her lips were swollen from my kisses, and her golden hair was spread all over the pillow like soft wings. She looked like an angel.
• I had woken up five minutes ago, but I couldn’t stop staring at her. Obsession was the cruelest form of intrigue. It rattled the inner workings of your mind, festering them in a way where every thought started and ended with your very fixation.Edith Florence Sinclair was the obsession I never wanted and yet, I crave her every second. The more I had her, the more I wanted her again and again. I was slowly turning into a beast because of her.