The Millionaire's Wife

One.

Scarlet's P.O.V.

I sighed, waking up to an empty bed. 

James and I had had a long night. Not necessarily doing anything together, but I attended a fashion show and he had an important meeting. Then we came home and we had sex. Long, meaningless sex.

I felt like as the years grew, our relationship shrank and shrank. I never understood this, we use to be so close. 

I sighed, as I turned over on my pillow and watched the maid dust the room. "Margaret. Where is James?" I asked. She flinched turning around. "Oh, good heavens Miss Scarlet! You've scared me. I thought you were asleep. Mister James has left for work early. He left you a note on the wicker table." She responded in a light British accent.

She left the room as Scarlet sat up and pushed blonde waves out of her face. She strided slowly over to the wicker table. There was a rose and a note written in perfect cursive letters. She picked up the thin paper scanning over it and it said,

"Dear Scarlet,

"I left early for work. I hope you don't mind. Here's 1,000 dollars to spend for the day. I'll be back by eight. I love you." 

She imagined him saying, "I love you." in the most monotonous way, like he usually did. She sighed and stared at the stack of cash on the wooden table. Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the door of the master bedroom. "Miss Scarlet. Your friend Tracy is here to see you." Margaret's sweet voice said.

"Tell her I'll be down in five minutes." Scarlet said gathering her towel, robe, and slippers.

"Yes Miss Scarlet."