Alison sat at her desk the next morning, trying to focus on the mundane tasks in front of her. The tension in the air was thick, the weight of Henry's presence almost suffocating. Since the confrontation, he had kept his distance, but she could feel his gaze on her from time to time. It wasn't just suspicion anymore—it was something deeper, more intense, and she couldn't shake the sense that her betrayal had unlocked something neither of them had anticipated.
Her mind wandered back to their last argument, the moment when Henry's trust shattered. Despite the anger in his eyes, there had been something else—pain. A deep, personal pain that told her this wasn't just about business anymore. She had hurt him in a way that was far more profound than she intended, and now she wasn't sure how to fix it.
"Alison?"
The voice startled her out of her thoughts. It was Henry. She hadn't even heard him approach.
