Perry’s Pov
I could not wait for the night to be over—I had never felt this restless in my entire life.
My thoughts were clouded as they overlapped one another unfolding the day’s experiences, from the police to Imogen’s sudden outburst.
Fucking hell, I was losing it.
Her eyes were darkened—way too dark for the Imogen I once knew.
The woman who spoke to me was not my Imogen, she was not my wife. That was a stranger that wore her face, and I was a fool to not have seen it coming.
I pushed the thoughts down and called it just a bad dream, just so I could feel at ease but they still did not go away.
This was real.
I was losing control over my life.
I was losing control over my wife.
I could lose everything else but not her—I could not lose her.
I turned to the other side of the
