Brett pov

I'd have been well and truly fucking mortified if the whole experience wasn't so surreal. This wasn't my wife inside the hotel we'd made our home in these past twelve months. This wasn't the woman who'd spent her whole adult life in my arms, laughing as we shared a bottle of wine after a hard day's work, cooking a Sunday roast after a sleepy morning in bed with her legs tangled in mine as we argued who was going to get up to make coffee.