Chapter 98

Every time Henry Smith gets mentioned, my defenses just crumble. It’s like he’s my kryptonite. I stood there for a second, still hesitant to go in or not. Jason tilted his chin toward the door and bared his teeth in a crooked smile as he told the girl next to him, “Head out.” She looked puzzled for a moment, then asked, unsure, “You want me to wait outside or just go home?” “Just go. I’ll call you next time,” he replied half-heartedly, like it didn’t even matter. I figured she was probably one of his long-term mistresses. For a second, I saw a version of my old self in that scene. And right then, I was honestly grateful for Henry. He wasn’t perfect, but at least he never dragged me into sleazy places like this or made me degrade myself just to please him. “Mr. Smith, I actually have something I need to deal with. How about you give me five minutes? Let me just—” My voice suddenly halted as the woman stood up, revealing a baseball cap she'd been blocking from view. Jason followed my gaz