You had to know; there was no possible way you couldn't be aware of what Henry was doing when he said he was working late nights at the office. Even if he did say he was just working. If the smell of vanilla perfume that hung on his coat wasn't enough to clue you in, it could be the way he had lipstick stains on his collar.

"Are you already asleep, love?" he asks softly, getting into bed quietly. His eyes widen when he sees the tear stains on your pillow, "What happened, baby?"