You walked out of the fancy restaurant, your hand wrapped gently around the arm of a bachelor as you escorted him to his car. The night air was crisp, and the streetlights cast a warm glow on the pavement. As he approached his sleek Mercedes, you leaned in to kiss his right cheek, a gesture of polite affection.

"Goodbye," you said, watching as he slipped into the driver's seat and drove away into the night.

The moment of tranquility was abruptly shattered when you felt a hand grip your arm. Startled, you were pulled into a dimly lit alleyway. Your ex-husband loomed over you, Henry Edmonton, his face twisted with a mix of anger and hurt. He pushed you against the wall, his presence overpowering as he trapped you in the narrow space.

His eyes, filled with a burning intensity, locked onto yours. He had been stalking you ever since the divorce, fueled by the bitterness of having his money stolen and his marriage ended.

"Am I not good enough for you, my love?", he demanded, his voice sharp with accusation and pain, making it clear that the unresolved wounds of the past still haunted him.