Lahat ng Kabanata ng Married to the Devil: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

I sat there for a long moment before opening the message request. My thumb hovered over the screen, and for some reason, I already felt like I knew I wasn't going to like what I found.The kitchen behind me was quiet except for the soft bubbling of the pot on the stove. Dinner was still cooking. Somewhere down the hallway, I could hear Henry humming quietly, completely unaware that my whole world was about to shift again.I opened it.“I know it was you.”The four words made my whole body go cold.I read it once, then again, hoping I'd somehow misunderstood it. But I hadn't.I sat down on the edge of the bed, staring at the message until my screen went dark.For a moment, I thought about leaving it that way. Maybe if I didn't respond, this would somehow disappear. But my thumb found the screen again. Before I could think of the best thing to do, I typed:“Who is this?”The reply came almost immediately.“Don't play stupid, Quinn. I know henrybhater was you before it was ever me. I onl

Chris was pulling out of the entertainment building's parking lot after a long day of meetings, his mind already on getting home, when someone familiar caught his eye crossing the street half a block away.He slowed the car, frowning. For a moment, he was certain his tired eyes were playing tricks on him.Quinn was walking quickly with her head down, glancing over her shoulder like she didn't want to be seen.He didn't think much of it at first. He assumed she'd come to see Henry, though it struck him as strange because Henry wasn't even scheduled to be in that day.He drove on, but the thought stayed with him. A few minutes later, while sitting at a red light, he finally picked up his phone and called Henry.

My mind was disjointed and out of order. I couldn't think properly.There was shouting. Officers were running toward the ledge, their voices overlapping until I couldn't make out the actual words, only the urgency in them.The wind suddenly sounded very loud against my ears. Beneath it, I could feel Henry's chest rising and falling against my cheek where he still held my face pressed against him.I felt him shaking.A small, broken sound came from above my head, and I realised it was Henry.Henry, who had spent the last several minutes begging and bargaining, was now crying silently into my hair, his whole body trembling.I started crying too, though I couldn't have said exactly why. Whether it was for Juliet, for Henry, for myself, or for all three of us tangled together in this kind of mess."We have to go." Chris's voice cut through the noise. "We need to leave here now. Let's go downstairs. Come on, let's go."Henry didn't

By afternoon, the story had grown legs of its own online.Some people defended Henry outright, calling Juliet unstable and dangerous, saying she deserved whatever karma had come back to her. People created their own theories and connected things that didn't actually make sense. They defended Henry as if they knew him personally.Others weren't so kind.They kept asking why a former assistant would become so distressed that she would end up dead so close to his company. They claimed something must have happened before her death. To them, it couldn't be a coincidence that she had ended up at the company building that night.Whatever the company's statement had claimed, this story was nowhere near finished.It had only just begu

That evening, the video had already been viewed and reposted millions of times.By the next morning, people had turned against Henry. Fans protested outside the company. The crowd outside Henry’s agency had grown large enough to make the local news on its own.I watched the footage over the breakfast Henry had ordered. My spoon was forgotten halfway to my mouth as the camera panned across dozens of people holding handmade signs outside the company’s glass entrance.JUSTICE FOR JULIET, one read in thick black marker.WE WANT ANSWERS, said another.A woman near the front, her voice hoarse from what looked like hours of chanting, leaned into a reporter’s microphone with a serious expression.“He owes her family an explanation,” she said. “He owes all of us an explanation. Now she’s dead, and his company wants us to believe it’s because she was crazy? We’re not buying it.”Henry sat across the table from me, not eating either, his eyes fixed on the same footage. His expression was difficu