All Chapters of Married to the Devil: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Diane left with several documents, and Henry walked her to the door. I remained at the kitchen table, staring at the empty space where her files had been.I reminded myself that there was nothing to worry about.The hit-and-run had nothing to do with me, and that was what the investigation was for. They were trying to prove Henry had not been responsible for something he didn't do, and I had no reason to believe anyone would find anything connected to me.At least, that was what I wanted to believe.When Henry came back into the kitchen, he seemed lighter than he had been before Diane arrived. He was not completely relaxed, but there was something different about him. He seemed to believe that he wasn't facing everything alone.

Henry sat completely still. Diane didn't say anything. Henry looked at me as though he was trying to recognise the person sitting across from him.“You started it?”I nodded slowly.“Before Juliet?”I gave him another nod. He leaned back in his chair and stared at the table.“Quinn, please tell me somebody used your laptop without you knowing, or someone spoofed this, or there's some explanation that isn't the one I'm already starting to think this is.”Then Diane opened another file on the laptop. “There is more.”Henry looked at her. D

In all my years of knowing Henry, he had never shown me this side of himself. Whether he had always suppressed his anger around me or had simply never been angry enough to show it, I couldn't tell. But today was different. He seemed very annoyed, and it looked like he was trying hard to control himself from doing something worse than I could imagine.I sat on the floor, my butt hurting from the impact with the hard concrete. I cried my eyes out and wondered whether I was overreacting to what had happened. I knew I had done one of the most disappointing things I could ever have done to Henry, and I understood why he was hurt. But I couldn't bear the thought that I had become the person he hated most, someone no different from the people who stood outside his agency calling him names and wishing the worst for him. I had watched him struggle with their accusations, comforted him when he felt like everything was falling apart, and now I was part of the reason he had gone through all of

I decided to try again that same afternoon while Henry was watching the big TV in the living room. I did it mostly because I didn't know what else to do with myself besides cooking for him to make up for what I had done. I started chopping vegetables so I could prepare something simpler this time.I was making chicken soup. I wanted it to be comforting, something warm and refreshing, like the feeling after a cool evening rain. I hoped that one taste of the broth would be enough to make him want more.This shouldn't be something he could reject, I thought.The doorbell rang.I wiped my hands on a towel and went to check, assuming it was a package or a neighbour. Instead, I found a delivery man standing on the porch with a large paper bag. The first thing I noticed was the logo on the side. It belonged to a brand I knew very well, one that had always competed with Quinnsy. People often compared our businesses, and I had never been on particularly good terms with the brand's owner. They

HenryHenry hadn't told Quinn where he was going because he wasn't sure how to explain it to her. Besides, they weren't on speaking terms, so it wasn't as if they could discuss something like that.He was staying with his friend Kelvin, an old college roommate who now owned a bar Henry often visited whenever he had a hard day at work. He had gone there to clear his head, but he ended up getting too drunk and sleeping over at Kelvin's house.The next day, Henry was supposed to leave, but he stayed until it was late. When Kelvin returned around 1 a.m. the following morning, he found Henry still there.“Dude, you're still here? I thought you'd have gone back to your wife by now.”“Spare me a room. I need to stay away for a few days.