Page 124 of The Bad Husband

It would scare her off, make her get cold feet, have second thoughts, and also think long and hard before committing to sharing her life with someone like me.

The truth is, I can’t stop thinking about her.

And it isn’t only about having sex, although thinking about it doesn’t help either.

I’ve jerked off at the idea of fucking her too many times to count.

As a rule, Henrietta and I aren’t traveling together when we leave town for business. And we’ve been doing this for a while now.

We used to do it differently.

We used to collect the money from my associates and strike new deals together.

That was before she screwed up and stole money from me.

Now she visits my low-ranking associates, and a couple of my men accompany her at all times.

She’s protected, and no one else can get close to her without my approval.

My suspicions that she has an accomplice have never been confirmed. That doesn’t mean that they aren’t founded.

I know her well.

If she had a boyfriend, a wannabe gangster, or even a legit businessman, they’d do anything for her. Hooking up with a real businessman is probably a stretch, but hey, you never know.

Being married to me and waiting for Lila to graduate keeps things steady for now, but once this life cycle ends, a lot will change.

Henrietta can’t touch me or Lila.

And if she had a man in her life, she’d need to be careful, unless she wanted to have a dead man in her life.

So, Henrietta fussed about my plan of moving her out of the house.

Truthfully, there’s no point in having her in the house.

We’re only married on paper. Things have gotten a little tense around the house lately, although we’re not in love or really a couple.

She didn’t heed my warning to stay out of it, so I had to make a move.

I can’t send her away.

She’ll need to buy her way out of this if she wants to leave.

There’s also Lila’s father’s will. I can’t have Henrietta take Lila away from me.

She knows it. I know it. And she gives me grief because of it.

We might not be together, but we once were, so she knows how to push my buttons and drive me up the wall.

That’s why she threw a tantrum when I told her she needed to move out.

She didn’t like the idea.

She’d planned to be a thorn in my side for as long as I’d keep her locked in this fake marriage.

That’s the thing with Henrietta. She forgot how we got to this point.

Livia was mad for a different reason.