Chapter 243

On the way home, I told Henry everything Jason and I had talked about. He didn’t say a word. Just kept that cold, grim look on his face, his eyes sharp as blades. Looking at him like that, I felt kinda lucky the two brothers hadn’t run into each other tonight. That could’ve gone badly. Later that night, Henry took a shower and sat in the study wearing just his robe, quietly smoking. The heater was on high, the whole room feeling warm and stifling. When I opened the door and stepped in, I saw the ashtray overflowing with cigarette butts. I let out a silent sigh, walked over, wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing my cheek to his chest. “Honey,” I whispered. His body tensed just slightly. He quickly stubbed out his cigarette and held me closer. His voice came from above, low and rough, “Sophie, you’ve had it rough these days. You married me twice, and neither time brought you any happiness.” Then he kissed my forehead, soft and full of regret. I had thought he was worried about work.