A week had passed, and for another night, Francesca was lying next to Stefan with her eyes fixed on the ceiling. She couldn't sleep.
The image of Dr. Mason had occupied her mind keeping her restless.
Why did she feel so frustrated? She normally should be glad that the doctor had finally decided not to bother her again. But she was not happy at all, which scared her the most. Why? Why does she feel that way?
She had done everything to bring Stefan into her life. She had devised an entire plan to steal him from Adela, and she had succeeded.
When they got married, she felt that she was the happiest woman in the world. Stefan belonged finally to her and only to hers.
She had fallen in love with him from the first moment she saw him when he had come to work in Lord Augustine's mansion. Francesca had already been working there for a year.