Chapter 10
Henry had been a renowned painter in Azura–until the scandal hit.
Overnight, his reputation crumbled.
With his image in ruins, investments dried up.
Even his sold paintings faced refund demands, with buyers slapping him with exorbitant breach penalties.
A former colleague whispered updates: Henry now prowled the studio in perpetual fury. No amount of Tamara’s coaxing could soften his temper.
Soon, he ordered her to please investors at dinners.
“Dress skimpier,” he would say.
Tamara, still clinging to her innocent, pure–girl image, refused.
In response, Henry slapped her across the face and told her to get lost.
With no other choice, she attended anyway.
