All Chapters of The King's Queen: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

A bitch had the nerve to show up at my house, after everything she did to me. The air was thick with tension, and I could feel my blood boiling as I locked eyes with her. The living room, usually a warm and inviting space with its cozy furniture and soft, ambient lighting, now felt like a battlefield.The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the faint aroma of the jasmine flowers in the vase, a stark contrast to the icy fury coursing through my veins. Henry saw me charging at Sophia and swiftly intercepted, pulling me away from her with a firm grip."Babe, calm down," he whispered urgently, his blue eyes wide with concern.I glared at him, my chest heaving with anger. He let me go, raising his hands in a placating gesture. "I'm sorry, I thought you were over the whole situation.""Of all the people on God's good green earth, he chose that b—" Henry covered my mouth, his hand warm against my lips, and pulled me into the kitchen. The cool tile floor under my bare feet did nothing

 Henry rose from the plush sofa, his movements deliberate and slow, and silently left the living room. The weight of the situation was palpable, a tangible tension hanging in the air. I glanced over at Archie, who returned my look with a sympathetic nod, his eyes filled with understanding and concern. Shifting my gaze to Ashby and Sophia, I noted how they seemed to have moved on from the fraught conversation, their laughter and easy demeanour a stark contrast to the turmoil churning within me. I stood up from the couch, the cushions sighing in relief as I left, and made my way to the patio. The evening air was cool and crisp, a welcome change from the stifling atmosphere inside. The patio overlooked a beautifully manicured garden, the setting sun casting long, golden shadows that danced across the vibrant flowers and lush greenery. The scent of blooming jasmine

The air in my office carries a heaviness, thick with the tension of unspoken words and unresolved conflicts. The mahogany furniture exudes an aura of timeless elegance, standing witness to the familial drama that unfolds within its walls. Chris, my brother, leans casually against the intricately carved bookshelf, a raised brow signalling his anticipation for the impending revelation."Now, don't judge me. Who am I kidding, you're going to, whether I like it or not," I mutter, the weight of my decision hanging in the air like an unspoken decree. The golden hue of the room accentuates the gravity of the moment, casting long shadows on the polished wooden floor.Chris, ever the stoic observer, raises a sceptical brow, waiting with the patience of someone accustomed to my tendency to put my foot in my mouth. His eyes, a deep shad

We pull into the basement parking of Sofia's apartment complex, the concrete walls enclosing us in a dimly lit cavern. Following her lead, we ascend to the second floor, traversing a corridor adorned with nondescript doors until we reach the one at the far end. Nestled in the upper echelons of London's East Side, the apartment complex exudes an air of sophistication and exclusivity.Sofia deftly unlocks the door, ushering us into a realm of opulence and refinement. My eyes roam over the plush furnishings and tasteful décor, a testament to Sofia's discerning taste and apparent affluence. Despite my proximity to her, the nature of Sofia's occupation remains a mystery to me, yet the grandeur of her abode speaks volumes."Welcome to my humble abode," she announces with a flourish, guiding me towards the living room.

As Archie helps me inside, the familiar warmth of home wraps around me, yet it feels hollow. The muted glow of the lamps casts soft light across the living room, where Meryl and Nana are seated, their conversations falling silent as I enter. Their faces shift from calm curiosity to shock and concern the moment they see me. It's as if the weight of what's happened seeps into the room, thickening the air.Aunt Linda, her sharp eyes widening with worry, rushes towards me. "What happened?" she asks, her voice tight with alarm.Archie stands beside me, his jaw clenched, an unspoken fury simmering beneath the surface. "Henry, he—" he begins but stops as if struggling to say the words.Meryl closes her eyes, the gesture slow and resigned, as though she already knows what'