The weight of their conversation was staggering. My mind replayed their words over and over, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t recall any prior connection between Elijah and Henry.
Standing outside the private room, my whole body trembled uncontrollably.
I had thought Elijah’s appearance in my life was mere coincidence.
I never realized that everything had been a carefully orchestrated trap, designed just for me.
As Henry pushed open the door, I quickly hid around the corner.
A second later, Elijah emerged, his arm wrapped around a woman’s waist.
I turned to leave, but before I could take a step, his hand caught me.
“Why are you here? Spying on me?”
“Or did you know your dear ex-husband was coming and just couldn’t resist a peek at your old lover?”
His reaction told me one thing—he wasn’t the one who sent the message calling me up.
I looked at the woman in his arms—his newest girlfriend, the one he swore he would marry.
“You must be Yvonne. I’m Sophia, Elijah’s fiancée.” Sophia smiled.
“You're just as stunning as they say. No wonder Henry still can’t forget you.”
With just a few casual words, Sophia set Elijah’s fury ablaze.