My Heart With Another.

Henry's POV.

I was no hero, to save anyone in distress but I had no choice than to help Georgia.

It was just me taking advantage of the situation–she was in need of money, I was in need of a wife.

My need for a wife stemmed from the desire to ensure my inheritance remained mine, as somewhere in the family's custom, a married heir was more responsible.

I honestly wouldn't have cared so much about the inheritance if my greedy uncle hadn't tried to steal what was rightfully mine.

Marriage was the last thing on my mind but I had to make use of the benefits.

Love…well, that was something I removed from my life a long time ago so a marriage contract was the best.

I needed someone who wouldn't mess things up, and Georgia seemed desperate enough to protect the contract.

However, she also couldn't be trusted. Just like how my own family secretly tried to sabotage me, anyone else could plot the same.

I stayed on guard, alert at all times.

My phone vibrated on the table, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I stared at the caller's ID, unsure of what she had to say this time.

“Hello, what's the problem?” I asked the moment the call got connected.

“What's the problem?” Her loud voice reverberated through the phone. “There's a thousand and one problems son, and you successfully created them all!” My mom declared, her voice sounding somewhat dramatic.

“Where's this coming from mom? What do you think I've done this time?” I asked, hoping it was just some trivial issues about missing dinner or something.

“What did I say about getting married behind my back? Your photos are everywhere, who's the strange lady you're displaying to the world as your wife?” She asked both questions at once.

And at this point, I realized where this conversation was headed–the same ol’ emotional blackmail lane.

My mother has been trying to get me to marry her choice of girl, but I kept refusing her choices.

Not because I didn't want to get married–well, that was also a reason. But because I didn't want her picking for me, the last time she picked for me, things didn't end well.

And the scar of her absence still burns my heart, but I never told her. My mother assumed I was all healed up but I was far from that.

“I don't care how long you've had that up with that lady, but you have to divorce her!” My mother demanded.

My brows pulled together into a slight frown, my hands clicking the ball pen in my hand.

“I can't do that mother.”

In all honesty, I really couldn't.

Part of the clause in the contract was that neither of us could end the contract abruptly except both parties came to a mutual agreement.

And I was well aware that Georgia wouldn't agree, she couldn't. Her husband needed the money to survive.

And asides that, her blue eyes reminded me of the first woman I fell in love with. I didn't want to let her go.

“If you won't divorce her, then don't ever speak to me again!” My mother ordered and before I could say anything else, the line went dead.

A part of me saw it as the usual emotional bait but the other part wondered if she was truly severing ties with me because of a woman I barely knew.

***************

I had arrived home later in the evening to rest, unbeknownst to me that there was drama awaiting my return.

“To what do I owe this visit?” My brows twitched the moment I set eyes on Chelsea.

“Can't I visit my brother anymore?” She shrugged carelessly, as she gave her bag to one of the servants.

But I knew her very well, Chelsea ever visited me except she was asked to, or sent.

And in this case, I knew she was sent by my uncle.

He wanted to be sure this was real, he wanted to find a loophole so he could snatch my rights away from me.

But I was prepared for him.

I nodded curtly, “I never said you couldn't. But we both know that you never really visit me unless you're sent here.”

I noticed her brown eyes flickered with what seemed like guilt but they were quickly replaced by excitement.

“That's a lie, I always visit whenever I miss you. Besides, where's your new wife? I saw her on the news and I really want to meet her in person.” Chelsea threw her brown hair over her shoulders as she took a seat beside me.

“Well, she'd join us for dinner soon.” I said, my gaze focuses on my phone.

Seconds ticked into minutes and the mansion was soon filled with the aroma of different delicacies.

Chelsea and I walked to the dining table, and coincidentally Georgia was already seated.

I took a seat beside her, while Chelsea sat across.

“Oh my gosh, you're much more beautiful in person.” Chelsea complimented her and she beamed in response, turning to me like she needed my validation to speak.

I simply nodded and she understood immediately.

As the servants around served the dishes, Chelsea wouldn't stop staring at Georgia.

“So, what's your name?” She asked.

“Georgia.”

“What a sweet name. Can I ask something else?” Chelsea's eyes glistened with curiosity, one that came from the need to fill her information bank.

“Sure.”

“How'd you two meet?” Chelsea's question came, shocking both of us.

Georgia turned to me, her eyes searching mine for the answers.

“We're at the dining table, enough of the questions.” I shunned Chelsea and she rolled her eyes before resigning to her food.

As we ate, Georgia suddenly started coughing.

I was first curious as to why she was coughing but noticing Chelsea's burning gaze, I quickly started patting her back.

“Baby, are you fine?” I asked and Georgia nodded, although her eyes were reddened from the coughing.

I helped her drink some water, after which I wiped the tears that flowed down her cheeks.

“Are you fine now?” I asked again.

“Yes, I just choked on my food and it was quite spicy.” She said, her voice sounding raspy.

“Sorry, let me feed you some of mine. It doesn't have much spice,” I suggested, lifting my spoon towards her mouth.

She took it cautiously, her eyes conveying the words that she couldn't speak.

She was surprised.

“Awwwwn, how cute!” Chelsea cooed and I took that as the success of my charade.

I was only pretending to care about Georgia, but deep down I fe

ared something–I feared getting attached through this.

But then again, how could I get attached when my heart belonged to another?