Chapter 20: Good Riddance, Henry!

༺RAYNE༻

“What are you doing here?” My eyes are shooting daggers at Henry, the son of a bitch who ruined my life.

How the hell did he find me? It doesn't matter anyway. He's going back to hell where he came from.

Henry clears his throat and takes one step closer. That's when his alcohol-tainted breath pours on my face and assaults my nostrils. I back away a little, grimacing at how terrible he reeks.

First, he got another woman pregnant and threw me out of the house. Now he's here to kill me with his stench? God, what crime could I have committed in my past life that this bastard is being used to punish me?

“How're you doing, Rayne?” He asks, his lips twitching.

“Really good. Totally fine as you can see. Alive and well. Never felt better,” I hiss, my face twisting into a big scowl. “But that doesn't answer the question I asked you, Henry. What the fuck are you doing in my house? Who even let you in?”

My house. Boy, did that feel good saying it out loud.

“Your house,” he