Henry sat in his office, staring blankly out of the floor-to-ceiling windows. The skyline of the city stretched endlessly before him, a symbol of his success—cold, distant, and detached, much like how he felt inside. Alison's betrayal still weighed heavily on him, and the sting of it refused to fade. He had built his company with hard work and trust, two things that had been shattered by her deception.
For days, he had considered his options. Pressing charges against Alison would be the obvious choice, and his legal team was ready. But something held him back. Despite everything, he couldn't shake the connection he had felt with her. She had manipulated him, played him like a fool, yet there had been moments of vulnerability, glimpses of something real. Or had that all been part of her act?
