However, when he stood before me and told me to give Quinn back to Sadie, I felt a rage so intense it was almost uncontrollable.
“And what about me?” I asked coldly.
He seemed caught off guard by my question, opening and closing his mouth a few times before mumbling, “I’ll marry you.”
As he spoke, his tone grew more confident.
“You can divorce him, and I’ll marry you. We’ll live a good life together,” he added. “Don’t worry—I won’t hold it against you for being divorced.”
If God had X-ray vision, He would have seen the giant question marks flooding my mind.
I stared at Henry in disbelief.
“Do you think you’re better than Quinn? Why should I choose you?”
He blurted out, “Because you owe Sadie.”
“What?”
“That day at the mixer, Sadie clearly had her eye on Quinn. You’re her best friend—how could you steal him from her?”
“Now she’s at home crying every day, and she’s so upset she’s fallen ill. If something happens to her, it’ll all be your fault!”
