All Chapters of Broken promise : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Henry’s POV"When she smiled, my chest clenched, but not with happiness. There was something off about her, like music that was performed in the wrong key.Soft piano music filled the restaurant, and low golden lights made the polished tables look cozy. People whispered to one other over wine glasses, and laughing came and went, but none of it reached me. I couldn't take my eyes off her.Mary. Or the lady who said she was her.She sat across from me, her posture flawless, her smile prepared, and her fingers delicately tapping on the stem of her glass. The way her hair flowed over her shoulder, the way her nose sloped, and the way her lips curved as she turned her head all seemed familiar. But my stomach turned.This wasn't the Mary I recalled.It's been... years." Even when I attempted to keep my voice calm, it cracked. "You disappeared without a word, and now you're here, smiling like nothing happened."She laughed softly, which should have calmed me down but instead made me angry. "

Georgia’s POV"Henry, she doesn't belong here." Stop it before she messes everything up.Henry's mom's angry voice cut across the corridor like broken glass. I couldn't move behind the half-open door because my breath seized in my throat.The big home was peaceful save for that harsh voice coming from the study. The fragrance of ancient books and burning wood from the fireplace surrounded me, but instead of comfort, I felt frigid anxiety.Henry's mother was sitting in one of the leather recliners, and her pearl necklace shone like a chain of judgment. Her lips twisted up as if she were sick of me.Henry's mom: "This girl is a stain on your name." You are better than her. Henry, contracts end. "Finish it early and finish it cleanly."Henry said, "Mother..." in a calm, deep voice.The way he hesitated made my stomach turn. He wasn't standing up for me. He didn't say she was wrong.I put my back against the wall and strained to hear, which made my chest feel tight.Henry's mom: "If you k

Georgia's POV The first ping of my phone broke the stillness, but by the tenth, I already knew something bad had happened."Georgia! Did you notice this? Mia's voice came through the speaker, scared and nearly high-pitched.My hands trembled as I opened the note she gave me. A picture. Nolots.Pictures of me at the party last night, having fun, drinking, and getting far too close to Henry. And then, right when I thought my heart would stop, I saw Henry's fingers brush across my waist as we argued near the balcony.The headline hit me in the face:"Is the CEO's wife a friend or a mistress?" The Georgia Sparks homewrecker scandal.I stopped. My lungs stopped working.Mia: "Georgia, listen to me. Don't freak out. Anna is here. It must be. She is the one who did this."But... these pictures, Mia, they make it look like I wanted this." Like I wanted him.Mia: "It's messed up." It's not true. But Anna understands how to hurt people, and she picked the right weapon.I slapped the phone down

Georgia's POV “Fetch me a glass of water, will you? After all, it’s what you’re here for now.”Her voice cut through the silence like a blade. I froze, the silver tray shaking in my hands. The shame burned hotter than fire, but I forced my lips into a smile, refusing to give her the pleasure of seeing me break. The house no longer felt like a home. Every glossy floor and chandelier seemed to mock me, saying that I didn’t belong. Mary had taken over like a queen on her throne, her bag unpacked, her perfume heavy in the halls. And Henry stood at the edge of the room, quiet, his eyes moving between us, his face carved into stone. He could stop this. But he didn’t. I set the glass of water in front of her, my hand steady though my heart raced. “There. Anything else, or should I shine your shoes too?” Her smile widened, sharp and poisonous. “Don’t tempt me. You wear respect well, Georgia. Maybe this is what you were meant for all along.” I laughed softly, though the sound

Henry's POV “Explain this to me right now, Georgia. What the hell were you doing with him?” The photos burned in my hand, the ink still fresh from the newspaper I had ripped apart in rage. Her face was right there, her smile, her eyes standing beside him like they belonged together. Donald. Of all people. We were in my study, the one place that usually calmed me. Tonight, it felt like a war. The rain beat against the windows, thunder booming far away. My heartbeat was louder than both. Georgia stood at the door, her hands clenched tight, her face pale but unyielding. She spoke softly, but every word cut me. “It’s not what it looks like.” I slammed the paper down on the desk, my voice sharp. “Then tell me what it looks like? Because to me, it looks like you ran into his arms the second I turned my back.” Her eyes narrowed. “You have no right to accuse me of betrayal. Not after everything you’ve done.” My chest tightened, but I hid it with anger. “I didn’t parade ar