Henrietta thought of how she had been fine and enjoying the celebration like every other person; she had even been thinking of incorporating some of Marissa’s ideas into her preparation for Mrs. Onwurah’s birthday next month when the larger-than-life cheating bastard had entered with a big smile on his face and a hand on the small of Marissa’s back.

Her friend had looked so flustered that Henrietta had almost lost it when she thought that he had probably just kissed her.

“How could he?” was the first thought that came to her mind.

How could he use the same hand he had used on that filthy woman to touch his...