Don't Mess With Her.

Chapter 5

“Interesting,” Henry finally said, his voice cold. “Very interesting.”

Wendy’s stomach churned as she realized the storm that was about to unfold.

“Where is She?”Henry demanded

“In the living room Sir.” Ryan answered as Henry headed towards the stairs.

Wendy trailed behind Henry and Ryan as they descended the grand staircase. Her heart raced, each step heavier than the last. Who could this woman be? What is she trying to achieve? Questions swirled in her mind.

The mansion's living room was bathed in soft morning light filtering through the tall windows. Sitting on the luxurious leather couch was a young woman, her posture nervous yet calculated. She looked up the moment Henry entered, her lips curling into a shy smile.

“Sir, this is Ms. Rosy,” Ryan announced, his tone steady. “She claims to have saved you at the club that night.”

Henry nodded, his expression unreadable. Rosy stood up, smoothing down her floral dress as she approached him.

“Mr. Henry,” she began, her voice trembling slightly, “it’s an honor to meet you again. I didn’t know you had a wife.” Her gaze shifted briefly to Wendy, curiosity flashing in her eyes.

Henry glanced at Wendy, his jaw tightening. “Yes, this is my wife.”

Rosy’s face fell, her nervous smile fading. “Oh, I… I’m so sorry. If I’d known, I wouldn’t have reached out to Ryan. I didn’t mean to cause any trouble.”

Henry said nothing, his eyes narrowing slightly as he reached into his pocket. From within, he pulled out a delicate silver necklace, its pendant shimmering under the chandelier’s light.

“This was left behind at the club that night,” Henry said, his tone sharp. “Is it yours?”

Rosy’s eyes widened as she stared at the necklace. Her lips parted, but no words came out. After a moment, she nodded hesitantly. “Y-Yes, it’s mine.”

Before she could elaborate, Wendy gasped audibly. “That’s my jewelry! I left it at Room 888 that night,” she cried, stepping forward. “I got it from my mom. I can’t afford to lose it!”

Henry turned sharply to her, his eyes blazing. “You’re lying to me again! How dare you?”

Wendy flinched but stood her ground, her voice shaking as she said, “I’m not lying. That necklace is mine. I was the one who saved you that night. You were too drunk to remember.”

Henry’s expression darkened further. “Do you think I’m a fool?” he hissed.

Wendy’s hands trembled, but she reached for his arm, her eyes pleading. “Henry, please. You have to believe me. I didn’t lie to you. I was there at the Crystal Palace, not this woman!”

Henry jerked his arm away from her grasp, his face hard as stone. “Enough of your lies!” he snapped.

But as she drew closer, something caught his attention—a faint, familiar scent. It was the same sweet, intoxicating fragrance he remembered from that night. He froze, his mind racing. Could it really be her?

Wendy noticed the flicker of doubt in his eyes and pressed on. “You were under the influence, Henry. You wouldn’t recognize me even if I stood right in front of you. But I swear, I’m telling the truth!”

Before he could respond, the door burst open. A young man rushed in, his face pale and his breath labored.

He rushed to Wendy and pulled her out of Henry's arms “Stop Evelyn!” His voice shaking, “Mr. Henry knows you were with me at the Grand Hotel that night, you have to stop lying to him.”

He fell to his knees before Henry, his voice trembling. “Please, forgive Evelyn Mr. Henry.”

Wendy’s jaw dropped as she stared at the man in disbelief. “What are you saying? I don’t even know you!”

Henry’s head snapped toward him, his eyes narrowing. “What are you talking about?”

The young man clasped his hands together. “She spent that night with me at the Grand Hotel. She skipped her job and... and came to see me. Please don’t punish her for deceiving you.”

Henry’s fury boiled over as he glared at Wendy. “So, this is what you do, Evelyn? Deceive my family and chase after men for money? Is that how you’ve been living?”

Wendy’s eyes filled with tears. “No! That’s not true! I don’t even know who this man is!”

“Spare her, Mr. Henry!” the man pleaded again. “She won’t do it again, I promise.”

Henry clenched his fists, his voice like thunder. “You’ve deceived my family, Evelyn. You’re nothing but a gold digger and a liar!”

Wendy shook her head frantically, tears streaming down her face. “I was at the Crystal Palace that night! Not the Grand Hotel! I don’t know why he’s saying these things, but it’s not true!”

“Do you expect me to believe that?” Henry barked, his voice filled with contempt. “The evidence is clear, stop lying to me!”

“Please, Henry!” Wendy sobbed, clutching his arm. “You have to believe me! I swear, I’m telling the truth, I was the one with you that night.”

Meanwhile, Rosy was just standing and watching the scene beside the couch with tensed but calculated thoughts and movements.

As Henry pushed Wendy away, his face a mask of frustration and anger. “Ryan!” he bellowed.

Ryan stepped forward immediately, his expression tense. “Yes, sir.”

“Check the records,” Henry ordered. “Find out if she was at the Grand Hotel that night.”

Ryan nodded and hurried out of the room, his phone already in hand. The silence that followed was suffocating, broken only by Wendy’s muffled sobs.

Minutes felt like hours as they waited for Ryan to return. Wendy’s mind raced, replaying every moment from that night at the Crystal Palace. Why is this happening? Who is this man, and why is he lying?

Finally, Ryan reentered the room, his face pale. He held a tablet in his hand, his fingers trembling slightly as he handed it to Henry.

“Sir,” Ryan began, his voice hesitant. “I’ve confirmed it. There was indeed a room booked by Wendy Owen and James Carter at the Grand Hotel that night.”

Wendy’s world shattered as Henry’s gaze bore into her, his eyes filled with cold fury.

“What!!”