All Chapters of Married to the Devil: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The moment Henry left the room to the balcony to make a call, I was already moving to the sitting room where my laptop was.My hands were shaking so badly it took me two tries to unlock my laptop. As soon as I was in, I went straight for the account. My thumb hovered around the keypad, and over every option the settings menu offered me. I went to the settings tab to delete the account.Before deleting it, a small box popped up asking me to confirm, warning me that this action was permanent and could not be undone.I confirmed it.The app spun for a moment, a small circle turning and turning at the centre of the screen, and then an error message appeared. “Something went wrong. Please try again later.”I tried again. “Aish. No, no, no. What is this now?” I whispered. The same message came back, as if the app was trying not to let me go. I tried a third time with my heart hammering so loudly.“Quinn, where are you?” I heard Henry call out from the hallway.I became more and more ner

After we ate, my mother made two cups of tea and carried them out to the small balcony off the kitchen. It was a place that had always caught the evening breeze better than any other part of the house. We sat there together, with the plastic chairs creaking under us."That message," my mother said eventually, blowing across the top of her tea. "The one that came in while we were cooking. What was that about?"I turned my cup slowly in my hands, feeling the warmth of it against my palms. "It's not the first one. I got one the night before I came here too.""What is it about? That is the person trying to ruin Henry. What more does that person want from you?""She says she knows who Henry really is. That I should run, or I'll go down with him when everything falls apart." I kept my eyes on the tea instead of my mother's face. "Things like that."My mother set her own cup down, with her tea sloshing slightly over the rim. "What kind of evil person does that? Sends a married woman message

The room was still dark when Henry hung up the phone. The streetlights outside our window cast thin orange lines across the ceiling. He was already out of bed before I fully processed what I had heard. He pulled on the first clothes he could find without bothering to turn on the light.“Henry, what's happening?”"They found something," he said, buttoning his shirt too quickly, missing a button and having to redo it. "An address. They want me to come see it myself."My whole body went cold under the blanket. I knew exactly what an address could mean, and my mind raced through every possibility at once. I thought about whether it was mine they had found, or whether this was the morning everything would finally fall apart."I'll come with you," I said, already pushing the blanket back."No." He turned to look at me, his voice firmer than I expected. "Stay here, Quinn. Please. I don't know what this is yet, and I don't want you anywhere near it until I do.""Henry—""I'll call you the sec

JulietJuliet had been bullied for as long as she could remember.First in grade school because of the shape of her body, then in high school for the same reason, with cruel words thrown at her whenever people felt like it. Then again in college, where people were supposed to have grown out of that sort of thing.By the time she started her internship in the PR department at Henry Brown Entertainment, she had built a kind of armor around herself.She was ready for whatever came her way. She was always quiet, efficient, patient, and careful never to draw attention in either direction.It didn't stop people from whispering. Her supervisors made comments about her weight disguised as concern for her health, and her fellow interns made her feel left out.She grew up and learned to eat lunch alone at her desk, her headphones in, pretending she preferred it that way.One afternoon, Henry caught the tail end of a conversation. Two senior staff members were laughing about a PR girl who was so

Henry came back from the bathroom quietly, and neither of us mentioned Juliet again that night. We microwaved the cold leftovers at the kitchen counter and ate them. We went to bed early, though I doubt either of us actually slept much.The days that followed made us feel even more uneasy. Henry went back to meetings with his lawyers most mornings, and I went back to my bookings because Quinnsy didn't pause for anyone's personal disaster, even if I had caused most of it.The police had nothing new to report. Juliet's apartment had been cleared out entirely by the time anyone went back to search it properly. There was no single trace of where she might have gone. It was as though she had dissolved into the city the moment she climbed through that bathroom window.The public narrative, meanwhile, had almost tidied itself up. People were beginning to forget what had happened and focus on their own lives.Henry's team released statements, and the story that took hold online painted Juliet