Page 161 of The Bad Husband

Henrietta also pressured him to change his medication for his back pain, which made him experience side effects that rendered him drowsy and blurred his judgment.

We were able to document all that.

So we were handed a big win today, and she better be careful about how she behaves.

A team of detectives has started to investigate whether she contributed to my father’s death.

I exit the courtroom, my cheeks burning.

Henrietta didn’t get her money.

Well, Damon didn’t get his money, so I think it’s only fair that Henrietta shouldn’t see a penny from my father’s estate.

Keira is waiting for me by the window in the hallway.

She can tell from my big grin that things have been finally straightened out.

Justice has been served.

Keira wears a pantsuit and a coat. She also holds a briefcase. She’s on her lunch break.

Her arms loop around me.

“Good job,” she says before my team of attorneys approaches us.

We spend a few minutes talking, and then we say our goodbye, and I turn to Keira.

“Can we still have lunch?’ I ask.

“Yes. Of course. I called the office and told them I’d be late.”

She works a few blocks from here.

Her job pays well. She moved in with Nicky, who left Washington and works in New York.

Go figure.

They’re planning for a summer wedding next year.

Things have worked out for them. She’s still thanking me for opening her eyes and not snatching up Nicki from under her nose.

Nicki was never in the cards for me as much as Frankie never was, or my first boyfriend.

I move my eyes to her.

“I need to use the bathroom first.”

“Sure. I’ll wait outside.”

She heads out while I look for a restroom.

I locate it, and I’m about to push the door open and enter it when something catches my eye. Henrietta’s dark purple tailored jacket.

She wears her hair pulled up into a bun, while small earrings grace her earlobes.

She looks like she’s reading something on her phone, her shoulder pressed into the wall not far from the window, and then I notice a man behind her.

My heart stops for a moment, and my legs turn to rubber. I feel like fainting as the broadness of his shoulders takes me back, way back. He looks so much like Damon West that I can’t breathe.