Henry Constantine was relishing this rare privilege of being accommodated overnight in the guest quarters of the President along with prosecutor Tristan Morris.“This is so surreal, who would've thought we'd be spending the night at the White House?” Henry remarked, chuckling while remembering what William said that he'd be sleeping in prison.“The moment I decided to join forces with you, Henry, I knew I was in for an adventure, but I never thought it would lead me here, to the place I left behind long ago,” said Tristan, his eyes twinkling with amusement.“Speaking of which, I've been meaning to ask you, how did that happen?” Henry was curious about the circumstances that led to Tristan's estrangement from his ex-wife, Clementine Dewey.“It's a long story,” Tristan said with a somber tone. “We were married for a while, but things... didn't work out.”Henry sensed the pain beneath his stoic facade. He patted his back. “Umm, it's okay, man. You don't have to talk about it if you're no

Henry never expected Margaret to hug him, who had never shown him any affection in their loveless marriage."Henry, you don't need to pretend to be someone else. I accept you for who you are," Henry refused to believe her words because they contradicted his actions."No, you don't accept me. You only see me as an option when you have problems. You can't even accept me as your husband because I don't meet your standards, and I understand that, but I can't help but wonder what's wrong with me, if I'm the kind of person who is unlovable." Even now, Henry is still hurt by the fact that Margaret Wellington does not accept him as her husband. She's just pretending to be his wife, but he really hates it."There's nothing wrong with you, Henry. I just don't know why I can't seem to love you. I'm trying to let my heart feel you, but there's a feeling that I can't understand about you, as if you're the person who could shatter my world," Margaret said, wanting to be honest with him. "I'm just n

Henry succeeded in taking down Columbus Parker and was never seen again by the world. Now, Henry's life has returned to normal, but he still hasn't been able to return to Willow Creek because the Wellingtons are angry with him for what he did at the royal event the other week. Today, Margaret accompanied him to enter the mansion because Henry wanted to ask for forgiveness from his mother-in-law for the trouble he caused. "Who said that jerk can enter here?!" Madame Ofelia dictated when she saw her son-in-law's face."Mother, can you please listen to Henry's explanation? There's a reason why he did that, so please give him a chance to explain," Margaret hoped she would listen."I don't want to hear such excuses. Your husband is simply a buffoon who cannot be trusted with anything important," Madame Ofelia dismissively waved her hand."It was an accident and I was just protecting my wife against that evil man who pulled out a blade. He could have stabbed Margaret with it," Henry clarif

"Winona has been kidnapped," Margaret announced to her family with trembling voixe, shattering their world. A sense of panic permeated the air in the hused and opulent halls of the Willow Creek. Madame Ofelia was overcome with shock and disbelief, her fail hands flying to her mouth as a gasp of horror escaped her. In a moment of unbearable anguis, she lost consciousness. Her body slumping lifelessly onto the plush chair behind her. While the sibling faced each other, their faces etched with unspoken emotions. A thick silence hung in the air, suffocating them both. "William? How could you let this happen??" Margaret's voice broke the stillness, her words laced with accusation. William's eyes narrowed, a flicker of anger igniting within him. "Margaret, don't blame me. You were too busy running your precious company to take care of your sister.""Excuse me??" Margaret retorted, incredulous. "As if I have no other responsibilities besides that?! You should have been watching over her

Henry Franklin Constantine nervously sat in his seat at the wedding of his friend, Prosecutor Tristan Morris at the White House. It was held at the grand east room of the prestigious White House. He shifted uncomfortably as he scanned the room, feeling out of place among the wealthy and powerful guests who surrounded him. Henry couldn't help but feel a twinge of shame as he overheard the whispers and stairs aimed in his direction. "How did he earned his invitation?" he heard one guest mutter, nodding in his direction, "He's the son-in-law of the Wellington family who ruined the precious cake at the Royal Event.""I wonder why he's here, though, he looks completely out of place here," another commented, causing a flush of embarrassment to rise in Henry's cheeks."I heard he brings misfortune wherever he goes," said a woman who was a famous fashion designer.Just as he was about to consider making a discreet exit, Tristan appeared at his side, clapping a hand on his shoulder, "Henry,