My Husband, Whose Heart Belongs To Another.

11. COTTON CANDY, they call me crazy.

Harieth

The car rode into what seemed like an endless compound, enchanted by lights lit at almost every corner. I could barely make out the environment in the darkness but the fountain that stood in the middle was inevitable and the driver had to drive around before finally making a stop in front of the main entrance into the tall mansion. I found myself staring at the enormous building which no one knows the beginning and end of its width. The sound of the door being shut causes me to snap out of thoughts and turn to take a look at my dear husband that had sat quietly beside me all this while. Unsurprisingly, he had made his way down as I turn back to the window, I sight him walking up to the main entrance into the mansion without taking one look back.

"Home sweet home," I tell myself as I brush his attitude aside and look forward to the positive side of my present situation which involves living in this big house like a princess. Don't get me wrong. I lived in a big house all my life as well but this... this was way bigger than mine. It looked more like a generational mansion. From outside, it seemed quite vintage but I bet the insides are going to blow my mind away.

The driver opens the door for me and I step down with a simple smile on my face. While two maids in similar uniform help carry the rest of my luggage into the mansion, I followed behind. As soon as I stepped into the mansion, a broad smile grows on my face. It was even more beautiful than I had expected. At the moment, this seemed nothing less than a palace. How is it possible that I've never really known about the existence of the Hendrix's? Perhaps, it's because both brothers were always under the radar. Controversies meant publicity and publicity meant discovery. Good job I would say. I found myself deviating from what should have been the direct track. I needed to explore at once. I had the itch to know more about my new home. If only Paris and Stacy were here. They would turn green with envy. Talk about from grace to grace.

I took notice of my own breathing as everywhere was quiet. It made me wonder if there was a no speech rule in this mansion. If so, there's definitely going to be a problem now that I'm around. I hear the sound of my own heels on the wooden floor as I walked down the hallway, taking notice of everything at my eyes could lay on. Finally, I step into what seems to be the living room. The sight of it all makes me smile broader. Every porcelain and furniture in the room was truly worth a lot. I could tell. I've lived in the world of the rich all my life. I could mostly tell genuine from the fake. I walk over to the fireplace and brush my fingers lightly against the uneven bricked walls. Perfect and beautiful. Above it laid a few photos. I stared at them for a while trying to point out which of the young boys in the picture was Christian. Eventually, I gave up and look away. There, I felt stuck as my eyes rested a huge portrait of a beautiful woman. Her age in the painting was unable to be deciphered by me. I walk closer to it and only stopped when my whole body was directly in front of it. By the look of her clothes and jewellery, I would say she was no ordinary person in this house. Wait... I narrowed my eyes at the painting to take a closer look. She looks a little like Christian. The same nose structure and hair colour. Perhaps, she's his mum. Wow!

A small smile curls up at the side of my lips. For some reason, I like her. Her eyes held this look of power and authority, something I admired in women. I bet if she were around, we would have gotten along quite okay. A light sigh escapes my lips before I turn away from the portrait. I caught sight of the sofa. The sight of it quite charming at first and so I walk up to it, stared at the cream coloured sofa for a moment before delicately having a seat. It felt so soft, comfortable and inviting. I bounce a few times on it while giggling like a little girl. This much wealth was making me so happy. This was fun. Imagine having the opposite of all this. Imagine having to leave on the streets and lose all this. Thank God, I said yes to this marriage.

The sound of a person clearing his or her throat makes me instantly turn to the direction of the sound. Slowly, the smile on my face died down as my eyes fell on Christian standing a little by the entrance into the living room. As usual, his face held no emotion but at the same time, I felt a little embarrassed. How long has he been standing there? How much of my snooping around did he see? Lightly, I bit my lower lip. Sooner than I expected, he turned and began walking away.