Semua Bab The Billionaire's Second Option : Bab 21 - Bab 28

Henrietta’s POV Walking up the driveway was tedious, the cab had dropped me off a house too early because of some flat tire. The grocery bags with the baby supplies now felt like weights in my hands. My heart pounded so hard inside my rib cage, I felt like it might explode inside me. I didn’t need to be a genius to figure out what I had walked into. Kristine’s body had been so close to his, her silky pink annoying robe was hanging loosely off one shoulder and Raphael’s shirt was half way unbuttoned, his cheeks were flushed. This was the kind of scene that you only needed to take one look at and you had already interpreted the situation. And the worst part, Kristine didn’t even look the least embarrassed.There was no atom of shame on her face. Raphael, on the other hand, barely looked at me. His face twisted into something I couldn’t decipher for just a moment before he turned and dashed up the stairs, disappearing into the house like a coward. He couldn’t even own up to it.

Henrietta’s POV After breakfast, Kristine insisted on clearing up the dishes, I knew she thought I’d try to do it but I just let her. Raphael looked at me for the first time since I sat at the table, he couldn’t maintain eye contact for long though, maybe he knew I could see through everything. “I got a call this morning, before I came down for breakfast. My business partners are stopping by today for dinner,” he said, he sounded anxious which meant that this was important. “There’ll be two of them, they’re not casual friends, they’re really big players in the business world and if things go well, it’s something my father would be happy about. I need the house right, the energy needs to be great.” I nodded. I knew what he meant, the energy right now was suffocating him but he had brought it on himself, this wasn’t even remotely my fault. I was part of his strategy, one of the perfectly arranged areas of his picture perfect new life. “Please, you know exactly what to do,” he add

Raphael’s POV All eyes were on me, waiting for me to explain who Kristine was. The air in the room was full of tension, more from me than any other person. Kristine’s appearance at the dinner table was a breach I had not prepared for. We had spoken about this and she knew better. “She’s a close friend,” I recovered quickly, trying to keep my voice steady so that the lie was believable. “She’s just visiting for a while.” The men exchanged a look, I saw a flash of amusement on Peter’s face and maybe confusion on James’s face. James gave a short nod, but Peter wasn’t buying it. “So she’s not your wife then?” He asked, his tone was sharp. I gave the smallest shake of my head. It was barely noticeable. “No. She’s not my wife. Henrietta is my…. Wife.” I pointed to her but I didn’t look at her. Their disappointment was subtle but I had seen it. I had seen it because I was following their every move, every expression, every minute detail because our deal was on the line. I could alre

Henrietta’s POV My heart was hammering loudly and I could barely hear the words coming out of my mouth but that didn’t stop me from talking. I didn’t really care if what I said was too messy or loud or if it was unforgivable. I stood there, pointing my finger directly at Kristine. “You did something to the food that I made,” I said, repeating my suspicion while shaking with rage. “You knew exactly what you were doing, you waited for me to be done cooking and you came in acting all busy just as I stepped out, you walked in with that jar too…”“What?! I was thirsty and I needed to make something to eat.” Kristine snapped, she threw up her hands in exasperation. “Jesus, Henrietta, is this what you think of me? Can you even hear what you’re saying?” “Oh, yeah, so you’re trying to act like I’m crazy or paranoid?” I shot back. “That’s convenient. Isn’t it? Just deflect the actual issue.” Kristine laughed but it sounded short and bitter. “No. You’re just being insecure, okay? I’m not def