Leona's POV
The aroma of roasted beans filled the café, mingling with the sweetness of milk and sugar. Seated by the window, I cradled my longcooled coffee in both hands, my fingertips still burning.
I was waiting for Henry.
Time crawled by, second by second.
Just as I thought I'd braced myself—
A voice, familiar to the point of nausea, sounded behind me.
"Excuse me, lovely lady."
Deep. Deliberately drawn out. Dripping with that sickening confidence.
I turned my head almost on instinct.
There he stood.
Henry.
A dark suit, impeccably tailored, not a single wrinkle in sight. Silver cufflinks caught the light, glinting coldly. He tilted his head slightly as he looked down at me, a smile playing at his lips—one I had once known intimately, but now found only jarring.
That face—
On
