Todos los capítulos de Married to the Devil: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

SaturdayI woke up on Saturday morning with a familiar weight in my chest and the immediate knowledge, even before I was fully conscious, that today was the day—the day I put a life through misery. But that was sincerely the first thought I had. Considering I hadn’t met Henry in a while, I wasn’t so excited to finally meet him today, and that was a bit different. I was still in deep thought, wondering how much I had changed in just a fw days, when the doorbell rang. I wondered who it could be at a time like this, then I went to check. It was a delivery man. He wore a mask and a very heavy coat. “I sincerely apologise for bringing it late. We had a mix-up, so we had to confirm all orders,” he remarked as he handed me the package and asked me to sign. He bowed his head afterwards and left.It was a sealed box. It was definitely the stuff Chris said was coming. Now I was very curious to know what was inside, but unsealing it would reveal that I had tampered with the box. I gave up on m

We stopped along the carpet three separate times for reporters holding microphones with network logos taped to the handles, and each time Henry answered smoothly; his public voice kept sliding into the place like a professional. I had only watched him do this online, but this was the first time I got to experience it live. His smile was stuck to his face, and he never put it off throughout our walk on the red carpet."She's the reason I do any of this," he told one reporter, his left hand rubbing mine. “Marrying her was the best decision I ever made, and now I am glad she’s here with me. I hope you treat her nicely.” Everyone raved and blushed at it. His fans on the other side kept screaming loudly and together that I could barely pick out one exact thing they were saying. I smiled at the right moments and let him carry the conversation.A woman in a green blazer stopped us near the entrance, her microphone already raised. "You both look amazing. Quinn, that necklace is stunning. Is

Inside the apartment, the lights were off the way I had left them. Henry set the trophy on the console table by the entrance, loosened his tie and disappeared to the kitchen.I heard the sound of the fridge opening and closing. Then his voice, from the kitchen."Are you hungry?"The question surprised me enough that I walked to the kitchen doorway and stood there looking at him. He had taken his jacket off and draped it over a chair and was standing with the fridge door half open, looking inside it."No," I said."There’s no food. Should I order something?""Henry," I said again, and he looked up from the fridge. "I'm not hungry."He closed the fridge and leaned against the counter. “Okay,” and then, more quietly, almost like a murmur, “I just didn't want tonight to end like all the others.”“Order for yourself if you are hungry. I'm going to change,” I said.He nodded and didn't follow.I was still holding the envelope when we got home. I handed the envelope back to him. “Goodnight,”

That evening, as the sun went down, Henry opened the bottle that had been sitting in the bucket and poured two glasses. We sat and watched the dark come in and said nothing. It was the most present I had felt in the same space as him in a very long time.At some point, Henry reached and filled my glass before it went empty. We watched how the sky went from orange to a deep, bruised purple while we sat there not talking.Eventually the air turned cool enough that I wrapped my arms around myself. Henry gathered the empty glasses and the bottle without a word. I followed him inside.The room only had one bed, smaller than the one back home, tucked into a corner beneath a wide window that let the moonlight spill across the sheets. I hadn't thought about it earlier because I was too distracted by the terrace and the ocean, but standing there now with Henry a few feet away, I felt the smallness of the bed very acutely.We got ready for bed in silence, taking turns in the bathroom, and when

We had four days, and I spent the last morning not wanting to leave.Not because the resort was beautiful, though it was. Not because it was better here than at home, though it had been. But because home was where the thing I had done was waiting for me, and Maui was still a place where Henry didn't know any of it.I packed slowly. Henry was already dressed and on the terrace with his coffee, quiet, unhurried use of the last hour. I folded things back into my bag with the way I had folded them out of it, taking longer than necessary, and at some point I sat on the edge of the bed with a cardigan in my hands and didn't fold it for several minutes.I thought about Henry in Maui, and Henry back at home. Now, the regret of scandalising him came quickly."Almost ready?" he asked."Yes," I said, as I folded the cardigan and put it in the bag.The drive to the airport was peaceful, and Henry sat close to me in the back of the car and looked out the window at the landscape passing.At one p