Chapter 5

I pushed open the door to the VIP ward.

Henry was lounging on the leather sofa with his legs crossed, a grape dangling from his mouth.

Juliette sat on the armrest, holding another grape between her fingers, smiling as she offered it to him.

The floor-to-ceiling curtains were drawn, the heat was cranked up to the max, and the coffee table was loaded with red wine and imported snacks.

This was what 17 thousand dollars a month got me for "full-closed treatment."

I didn't say a word.

Henry was the first to hear the door.

He reacted faster than I…