'What do you mean, Henry?" Alexia asked, she raised her brows; surprised at what he had said.

'You don't have to but I can't say I will ever trust you again." Henry removed his hand from her hair and looked away.

Alexia was still on her knees, her hands rested on the bed beside him. She was looking elsewhere thinking about it.

Few minutes of thinking over it, Alexia thought that it was the right thing to do. After all, Henry was her husband and he would ...