CHAPTER 65-CONFRONT

Henry found himself languishing in boredom. Having spent his day engaged in aimless conversation with his prosecutor friend, Tristan Morris. As the sun set down across the manor, Henry's mind wandering back to his troubled marriage.

"A divorce. That's all I ever seem to think about all day." Henry muttered to himself.

"Still dwelling on that, are you?" Tristan raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

"Can't seem to help it. It's as if fate has deemed me unworthy of love." Henry replied.

"Nonsense, old chap. You know as well as I do that you're a Charismatic rogue. Any woman would be lucky to have you." Tristan chuckled.

"Perhaps you're right. But my wife doesn't seem to think so." Henry said with a hint of sarcasm.

Tristan leaned in the couch, his expression was serious. "Well, maybe there's a reason for that. Have you considered that you might be a tad difficult to live with?"

"Difficult?? I am a man of impeccable manners." Henry exclaimed.

Tristan rolled his eyes, "That's your story and