In my past life, they had succeeded in destroying my innocence and reputation through a homeless man.
This time, I had evaded their scheme, only to find a larger one looming.
Henry emerged with a bathrobe clinging to his muscular frame. His hair was damp.
He exuded an allure of maturity and confidence.
"Nicole."
He addressed me nonchalantly while towel-drying his hair.
"There's a dance party in three days. The company insists on family attendance. It's been a while since you've been to such an event. You'll accompany me, won't you?"
I couldn't resist the urge to gaze up at Henry.
His expression as he extended the invitation betrayed nothing out of the ordinary.
Had Jerry not tipped me off through that fateful text message, I might never have suspected the deceit laced within his words.
He was inviting me to a ball three days hence, under the guise of a company obligation, when in truth, it was a meticulously planned trap.
I studied Henry for a while before a smile played on my lips. "Alright. I'll go."
Henry was engrossed in work in his study as I fabricated a story about taking our child to the playground.
"I'm meeting Janice later. I might be home late, so don't wait for me for dinner."