CHAPTER SEVENTY FOUR – CONFRONTING THE IMPOSTER

Taking a fortifying breath, Scarlett flung open the door without knocking. The man behind the desk looked up in surprise, his expression a twisted mirror of the real Henry's beloved features. "Scarlett? What's going on? You're very late this morning." His tone held a hint of condemnation that immediately set her teeth on edge. "Cut the act," she bit out, slamming the door behind her. "I know who and what you really are.." His forest green eyes widened in apparent shock before narrowing to slits of realization. "Ah, I see Henry has filled you in on the situation." A cold, mocking smile curved his mouth - so like Henry's and yet perversely wrong. "So much for your virtuous paramour." "You're the one who's perverse." Scarlett surprised herself with the vehemence of her own venom. "Everything about you is a lie, a sick game orchestrated by that psychopath, Randall Crawford!" "Such harsh words for your beloved," the imposter clucked his tongue in an infuriatingly condescending manner.