As expected, Mr. Henderson called for Alexander later that day and he could hear how enraged he was over the phone.
When he arrived to his father’s house, he was sitting on the couch in his room, fuming with anger.
“Good afternoon dad.” Alexander greeted.
“What is good about the afternoon?” He asked, hurling the pictures he had seen earlier at him, which scattered all over the floor.
“Chill Dad. I can explain…”
“Explain what?” He barked. “Alexander, i thought you were more than this. I’m highly disappointed.”
“I did not do what you think I did in these pictures. Your wife is behind everything.” He defended.
He drew his brows together in a scowl. “What do you mean by that?”
“I went to Texas for business and Lucas lured me into drinking too much alcohol. You know he works for your wi
