After returning from Zeth's place, Cyril sat silently in his office, a cigarette held between his fingers, unlit.
The weather was beautiful today, nothing like the dreary days before, yet his mind was in turmoil.
Though the company crisis had been resolved, the board still hadn't given up on forcing him into a marriage with Sofia.
Sofia was a good woman—a perfect wife, as everyone said. But so what? No matter how great she was, she would never be his wife.
He admitted that he had once had feelings for Sofia. She was gentle, kind, family-oriented, and sensible—the very definition of an ideal wife. But the moment she crossed a line he could not accept, all those feelings vanished. He despised the idea of being manipulated. And even more, he loathed the board's meddling in his life.
Besi
