Chapter Sixty Five

Henry.

I walked into the house with Jas in my hand and I wasn’t expecting to see the lady sitting on my couch and typing away on her phone with a plate of chicken wings and fruit juice in front of her.

I didn’t bother casting her another glance as I made to take the stairs.

“Where are you coming from?” She asked, my steps halted.

Slowly I turned to her with a raised brows.

“Who are you talking to?” I asked.

“You of course or is there someone else here brother?” She asked.

That’s the thing. She shouldn’t ask me that—she had no right.

“I don’t think where I’ve been is any of your business, Sheila,” I retorted.

“It’s my business because I wouldn’t allow you to hurt Emily. Do you know how heartbroken she has been all moon up until now? You left her to go meet your ex-wife, Henry, that isn’t a good move.” She said.

I know. I didn’t want to go but I had to and I didn’t have the time to explain things to her.

“That’s the business between Emily and me, you don’t have the right to in