Wendy's POV

"You can't refuse to sleep with Henry," Cassie said.

I had submerged myself in the embrace of warm bathwater, bubbles dancing lazily with each breath I exhaled. Henry had left moments ago, retreating to his study for a late-night meeting, and I was left soaking in solitude. Cassie's assertion hovered in the air like a stubborn specter, undeniable and suffocating.

Things got pretty bad last night. I should've pushed him away, but the ...