Henry lay awake that night, staring at the ceiling. The room was dark, save for the dim glow of the city lights filtering through the curtains. Catherina lay beside him, her breathing slow and even, but Henry knew better than to believe she was truly asleep.
His mind was a storm of questions.
The woman in the grocery store. Isabella.
The way she had looked at him, the way she had spoken—as if she knew things he didn’t. As if she had been waiting for him.
And then there was Catherina. The way she had reacted to his casual questioning. That slow, deliberate smile.
You are a CEO and also a husband, Henry. Never forget that.
Something about those words unsettled him.
His phone vibrated on the nightstand. He grabbed it and saw a message from an unknown number.
We need to talk.
He frown
