Page 162 of The Bad Husband

The resemblance is uncanny. The fact that these two people are so close to each other is beyond weird.

He looks out the window, his hands tucked into his pockets. He wears a sharp suit, and I try to remember if any of her lawyers looked like him. Maybe he’s one of them.

But no, no.

I didn’t see this man in the courtroom.

If he was inside, he must’ve been in the last row. How come I didn’t notice him?

I’m so curious of how he looks that I stay frozen by the door until a woman exits the restroom, and I step out of her way, apologizing.

Henrietta lifts her gaze from her phone, and our eyes meet.

On cue, the man walks away and vanishes around the corner.

He reminded me of Damon so much because he was built like him and wore a fine suit. And also because I’m still unable to forget him. But his gait was different, and he was also slightly shorter.

And then, a weird feeling sweeps over me, punching me in the stomach and making my breath catch.

This must be him.

Her accomplice.

He was here to offer her support.

He is the other man.

But who is he?

I wish I could find out who he is. I wish I could take a picture of him.

Frantically, I try to think as Henrietta looks at me as if she knows what happens in my head.

She straightens and slides her phone into her purse, and seems to be heading my way.

She’ll try to stall me.

She must know that I know.

I flick my eyes to the woman who just walked out of the restroom and dash toward her as Henrietta sets herself in motion.

I catch up with her and touch her arm.

“Do you mind if I ask you to start up a conversation with that woman so I can pull away from her? She lost in court today and seems set on ruining my day. I just want to get out of the building without an incident.”

“Sure. No problem. There’s also security on the floor.”

“It won’t be necessary. I’m sure she’ll give up once I’m gone.”

She turns around, ready to dissuade Henrietta from following me outside while I zip around the corner and look at the other end of the corridor.

I’ve learned all the exits in the building all this time, which comes in handy now.

I use the stairs and an elevator to catch up with the stranger.

Panting, I rush outside and spot the man right in front of me. He takes the stairs down and moves swiftly, which makes me think she might’ve alerted him that I’m on his tail.

There’s no car waiting for him in the front.