Chapter 285 Behind The Closed Doors

• The evening was as tense and suffocating as it had been for weeks. Henry had returned home, but as usual, buried himself in work—glued to his laptop, flipping through documents with that cold, impassive face that barely acknowledged her existence.
• Elise wasn’t speaking to him. Not since the day she demanded a divorce. Not that it mattered. He didn’t care. He never did. Whenever he wanted her, he took her—without concern, without hesitation—completely ignoring the silent war his wife had started against him. No change in his sex routine.
• Her gaze flicked toward him. His sharp jaw was clenched, eyes pinned on the screen, laser-focused, like she wasn’t even in the room.