All Chapters of Married to the Devil: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chris arrived the next afternoon with a single sheet of paper inside a folder, which he placed on our kitchen table before taking a seat. When I looked at the content of the paper, I immediately understood that we were not about to have a conversation about what happened, but were instead being handed another script to follow.“This is what we’re releasing,” he said. “Both of you need to be aligned on it before it goes out.”Henry picked it up and read it silently. When he finished, he slid it across the table to me without saying anything, and I looked down at the statement.Neither Henry nor Quinn Brown had any contact with the deceased on the night in question. Reports suggesting otherwise are false and are being investigated as potential defamation.

Finding Marcus Odion’s family took less effort than we expected. His mother still lived in the same small house where she had raised him, and after a few calls and some searching, we were able to get the address.We drove out on a Sunday afternoon, both of us dressed plainly. Henry wore a cap and sunglasses even though the sky was overcast, mostly because he did not want anyone to recognise him before we had a chance to speak to the woman.The house was modest, with a narrow porch and a single wooden chair placed beside the front door. There was a small garden along the side of the house that looked carefully tended to, with a few flowers and plants growing neatly around the edges.A woman in her sixties answered the door.Henry raised his face slightly so she coul

Chris came back three days after we visited Mrs Odion, and this time he didn't bring a statement or a folder. He brought a female employee from the company with him, someone I had seen around the agency a few times but had never actually spoken to. Chris stood in our living room with his hands in his pockets, looking like a man who hadn't slept properly in a while.“You need to stop,” he said.Henry crossed his arms.“Stop what?”“All of it. Stop whatever you two are planning to do next with the Odion family.”Chris rubbed his face with both hands before sitting down. The woman who came with him remained standing near the door, quietly watching us.“I'm not saying this because I want to protect the company anymore, Henry. I'm saying it because I got a call yesterday that scared me.”Henry's expression changed. “What kind of call?”“From legal. Not the outside firm. Internal legal.” Chris leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.“They were talking about you like you were a prob

We stopped leaving the apartment much after that. It happened gradually at first.Henry cancelled a meeting with a director because he couldn’t leave the apartment. I rescheduled a booking because I didn't want to be photographed outside. Then we started ordering groceries instead of going to the store.There were photographers outside our building most days now. They stood across the street and waited near the entrance. One time, I saw one of them sitting inside a parked car for almost three hours.The first few times, I tried to ignore them. Then I realised that I had to check through the curtains before opening the door.One afternoon, I had to go out because we had run out of milk.I put on a hoodie, pulled my hair back and stepped outside.I had barely made it down the front steps when someone shouted my name.“Quinn!”I froze.A camera lifted towards my face. “Did you know Henry was in the car that night?”Another voice came from behind him. “Did you help him cover it up?”“Quin

Henry's lawyers finally got involved properly the following week.They were a different set entirely from the lawyers the company had assigned to him. Henry's parent, who had been panicking from abroad ever since the accusations against him began spreading, hired them because by that point we could no longer trust the agency's protection.The lead lawyer's name was Diane.She was sharp-eyed and unhurried, and she had the kind of calmness that made me think she had learnt how not to react to things—more like nonchallant. She came to the apartment instead of asking us to meet at an office because she said there was less chance of attracting attention, and she spread a stack of files across our kitchen table on her first visit as though she had already mapped out exactly how she wanted to approach the situation."If we're going to clear your name properly," she said, "we need our own independent review of the evidence surrounding the accident. I don't want to rely on anything the company