Chapter 41

The villa was a total mess, completely turned upside down. Henry Smith helped me steady myself, took off his suit jacket and draped it over me, then lifted me up and carried me out. I had no clue where he was taking me, and honestly, I didn’t bother asking. Even why he let Victor Knight off the hook after what he did to me—I didn’t ask that either. Didn’t care enough. From the moment he showed up till now, we hadn’t said a single word. The silence inside the car felt heavier by the second. I stared blankly out the window, thoughts all over the place. When I finally snapped back, the car had already pulled up at what used to be our marital apartment. It struck me like a punch to the gut. That short, hopeless marriage played out here—me surviving like a ghost while he stayed distant. The memory of Lena Carter bustling around the kitchen here, acting all cheerful, hit like a slap in the face. Turning to Henry, I couldn’t keep it in anymore and snapped, “I don’t want to stay here!” He frow