Sophia’s POV

My eyes flutter open, landing on the beautifully patterned white ceiling. I turn my head, and my husband is not beside me. My fingers go to my top, pulling up the stretchy fabric to cover up.

“Alexander?” I murmur and slowly drag my body out of bed. Tiredness wears me down. I probably need more sleep and a large plate of food.

Scratching my eyes, I move to the bathroom. He’s not there. I look over my shoulder, and my blurred gaze chooses to focus on the terrace a distance ...