Chapter 42

I looked up, forcing down the ache in my chest. “Just taking back what’s mine.” He unplugged the flash drive without hurry and stuffed it into his pocket, his tone colder than ice. “Sophie. I can protect you, and I can let you do whatever you want—within reason. But this ends here.” I almost laughed; I was so mad. The one thing I wanted most was to bring Lena Carter down. Was he gonna let that slide? He’d go as far as killing me to protect her—and he had the nerve to talk about protecting me? I barked out bitterly, “You saw it, didn’t you? You know that baby Lena lost wasn’t even yours, and you still—” Still choosing to back someone who cheated on you. Do you love her that much? I didn’t dare say it out loud. I didn’t want to hear him say yes. His gaze was icy, his voice even colder. “No matter who the father was, she was still a victim.” Up until tonight, I thought Henry was one of the sharpest minds I’d ever seen. But after all this? He still didn’t get that Lena faked the miscarriag