Chapter 107 Need A New Plan

• Sophia's POV
• By day four, I slipped “morning notes” under his door—petite cards scented with jasmine. Each said something sweet: Good morning, love; I hope your day is bright; Dinner tonight? Each note went ignored. I left silk scarves tied to his pillow, each knot perfect and deliberate. His back was all I saw as he walked away.
• On day six, I lay on my stomach across the bed, crying into the pillow, the duvet twisted around me. I cursed the contract binding us, the lies that tied his hands, my mounting desperation. I thought of the pregnancy and how little control I had. I swore I’d find another way to force his touch.