Chapter 221
Before Scarlett could reach for her phone, David grabbed her arm, roughly pulling her toward him.
His breath was hot and foul, reeking of alcohol as it brushed against Scarlett’s neck.
“What’s the rush?” he growled, his hands already tugging at her clothes. “Miss Scott isn’t going anywhere. Come here–let me have some fun first
He didn’t even bother taking Scarlett inside. Right there in the dingy living room, he yanked down her pants, his movements urgent and selfish.
Across town, Henry sat in his luxury car, following Sophia and Alexander at a discreet distance.
The pair walked casually along Fifth Avenue, deeply engaged in conversation, with Alexander occasionally gesturing animatedly, making Sophia laugh in
response.
When was the last time she laughed like that with me? Henry wondered bitterly.
Every interaction between them seemed to end in arguments and cold silence. Yet here she was, completely at ease with this stranger from Aspen.
When he watched them enter one of Manhattan’s most acclaimed restaurants, Henry felt a stab of jealousy so intense it was almost physical pain.
Through the large windows, he could see them being seated at a table near the front. A waiter approached with a complimentary bouquet of flowers, clearly assuming they were a couple.
Sophia appeared flustered, shaking her head and explaining something to the waiter. However, Alexander seemed to enjoy the misunderstanding, smiling and graciously accepting the flowers with a nod.
Henry couldn’t bear it. He entered the restaurant, requesting a table where he could observe them without being noticed. Throughout their meal, he watched their interaction. With each passing minute, his grip on his fork tightened until the metal began to bend.
“Sir,” a concerned waiter hesitantly approached, “I need to ask you not to damage the cutlery.”
Henry glared at the young man, who quickly retreated. Part of him wanted to storm over to their table and demand to know why his wife was dining with another man–but he wasn’t worthy.
The woman he’d believed to be pure and innocent, Isabella, had tried to murder his wife and son. Worse still, Sophia had never told him about it.
When Sophia and Alexander finished their meal, Henry quickly arranged to anonymously pay their bill. It was a small gesture, but the only one he could think of at the moment.
When the waiter informed me our meal had been paid for, I was confused. “There must be some mistake,” I insisted. “We haven’t paid yet.”
“The gentleman at table seven took care of it, ma’am,” the waiter explained with a polite smile.
“Which gentleman?” I asked, scanning the restaurant.
The waiter gestured toward an empty table. “He’s just left, but if you’d like to know who it was, we can check the surveillance footage.
Minutes later, I was staring at the security monitor, my heart racing with anger as I recognized Henry sitting alone, watching us throughout our entire meal.
“I’m sorry, Alexander,” I said quickly. “I need to take care of something. Please wait here.”
I hurried outside, spotting Henry just as he was getting into his car.
Hearing my footsteps, he turned around, his usually stern expression softening into an unexpected smile that lit up his entire face.
I stopped before him, taking a moment to catch my breath, one hand resting on my hip. When my breathing steadied, I addressed the irritatingly grinning man before me.
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‘Mr. Harding, may I ask how much our meal cost you?” My voice was icy despite my flushed cheeks.
His smile widened. “We’re still husband and wife, Sophia. Do we really need to be so formal about such small matters?”
I pulled out a wad of cash from my purse and thrust it toward him. “Who’s your wife? Ex–husband, sir!”
The bills fluttered between us, carried by the cold winter breeze.
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