Some fans wonder what Henry saw in this woman: she is ugly and blandāa horrible person, inside and out. Henry deserves that piece of trash; they are two of a kindārepulsive, sick people. Henry is a piece of shit; he has been playing with fans' feelings for financial gain. That bitch will torment you; that will be your punishment.
You can see how happy Henry is here with the prostitute; just look at his face, staring at her with such contempt and hatred. Henry is refined and polite, he treats everyone well.Even a cheap prostitute This woman's squad of demons says Henry is happy with her? We witnessed that Henry can't stand her presence.
Do you believe the child is real? Is Henry the father? What will happen to this narrative if the relationship ends?
Henry's behavior in South Korea with Natalie in 2024, and the pregnancy announcement in April during the Ministry press really intrigues me.
My thoughts?
I don't think she is a mother NOW. I don't believe she has a child at home she is responsible for.
I had originally been told there had been a child, and that there had been gossip around his work spaces of it's appearance, so she hid it.
Shortly after, we got the Australia outings. Where a doll was obviously used. It lent weight to those rumors. Why hide the babes appearance with a doll otherwise?
She obviously did not learn because she brought a kid to Scotland and it all happened. Rumors of how the kid looked nothing like him. Because it didn't.
I do not believe a baby between them is real. She is not a mother of his child, and he is not the father of her child.
There are too many inconsistencies. Her pregnancy timeline is off by a remarkable measure. Too many mistakes.
In NYC. His behavior was interesting. He seemed distressed. He had dark circles under his eyes for some of his interviews, that make up could not properly hide. Like he wasn't sleeping. He couldn't act happy. Even as a professional. He looked plastic and wooden at times. So he clearly was distressed about something. During the papwalk, he seemed upset. He wasn't looking at anyone hardly. He was just getting through it the best he could it looked like.
She on the other hand was reveling in it. You could tell. She wore a tight fitting outfit. She rarely wore an outfit like that. They have all been somewhat loose and covering. She WANTED that baby bump on display. That's not even considering her smile. Just looking at her face you could see she was drinking it all in. This was a show and tell for her. Very different energies between the two.
I am unsure if he was blindsided though, just based on his behavior before. Did he know it was coming and he was dreading it? Or was there more going on behind the scenese in his personal life we don't know about? And that was distracting him from the show?
Then the airport papwalk. Her baby bumb changed sizes and appearance too many times in just two days. Wearing her black dress it changed. If you compare between when they first got in the SUV to when they are at the restaurant, it changed. And then the next day it was even different still. Not to mention she was arching her back a bit to show it off as she left the hotel to the car š¤£. But then at the airport she didn't have it. Changing size ONCE AGAIN.
Then the papwalk in London where she was "about to pop". One, they arrived separately. Two, it has been proven the photos were taken around when NYC happened, not in July like they tried implying. So she was DEFINITELY wearing a fake belly. Not to mention her skirt told on her, and we could see all the suspicious lumps and bumps from straps lol.
It all points to the fact she was not pregnant then and she was faking it. Most enthusiastically LOL!!
He never looked happy about it. Not in NYC and not in London. She did. She wanted it. It is evident.
And what happens to the narrative?
Who knows š¤·š¼āāļø. Best case scenario it gets forgotten, but how do you forget that? Nearly impossible. She wanted it out there far and wide. She keeps throwing it out there making it even more of a mess for herself lol.
There is no baby between them. Allegedly. in my opinion.
Too many inconsistencies and mistakes on her end. She is a shitty liar considering its pathological for her.
I didnāt claim I am DC. Who is DC, YOU? Some idiotic woman has fan meetings and little history with him or PR relationships with Henry. She claims a stupid title and bullies other women with their relatives and friends. I am better than your titles. You are all PAST. I am his FUTURE. Deal with that.
Who is this stupid woman thinking she going anywhere near Henry, why Doesnāt she say her name instead of saying she is his future
If Natalie the stupid is not his do you think this lady is! Once this whore is out of his life
He isnāt stupid enough to keep on with fake people
summary: Pouty Y/n gets jealous when her grump of a man is approached by a certain woman; she can't help but stomp her foot and whine, showing everyone that he's hers and vice versa (Dom!Henry)
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āCome on bun, letās go get that dress you wantedā Henry smirked keeping a hand on his wifeās ass, a small squeak leaving her rosy lips as he gave her cheeks a tight squeeze. Giving him a kiss wet enough to leave others drooling, she giggled interlacing their hands together. The both of them taking an afternoon stroll into town for some summer shopping, Y/n happily spending her burly manās money.
āOh Henry! Hey!!ā A high shrilly voice said from behind them, Y/nās face immediately furrowing seeing Patricia, the bar owner of the town calling after her man. A pang of jealousy immediately hitting her chest. Henry seemed to have noticed this, a smirk on his face, he walked forward and gave the woman a hug.
āOh Patricia, itās lovely to see you, still lookinā as beautiful as everā Henry smirked, his eyes still on Y/n who could be heard scoffing as she looked to the side, her eyes finding her shoes the most interesting thing in the world. Fisting the bottom of Henryās shirt, a pout on her face as she stomped her foot slightly. Henry looked at her from the side of his eye, finding her jealous reaction the most adorable thing ever, she looked like a baby bunny. His baby bunny.
āPlease, you flatter me too much, you never come round anymore been missinā you round the barā Patricia pouted crossing her arms over to prop up her breasts, ādonāt be so obviousā Y/n thought to herself. āSwear you have gotten more handsome, we should have dinner sometime, maybe we can catch up some more?ā Patricia beamed happily, she had clearly been ignoring Y/nās presence this entire time, because when Y/n tried to say something next she was rudely interrupted.
āGreat itās a date!ā Patricia replied without even hearing Henryās reply, wrapping her arms around his torso like a mad woman, how desperate Y/n thought. Deciding not to let herself third wheel her husband and some sloppy woman, Y/n turned straight on her heels and walked towards the dress boutique she was there for in the first place; her eyes set on the periwinkle backless dress settled on the mannequin. Her mood immediately lifting as she saw the glitter sleeves and the length seemed just perfect.
āOh my, is that the Y/n L/n?ā A guy around Y/nās age shouted from the other side of the boutique, a shining smile on his face, a clearly well kept man of his time. āJ-Jeremy?ā Y/n said confused, she hadnāt seen her friend in years, truthfully she had forgotten he even existed. āWhat are you doing here?ā She asked confused, seeing him holding a tape measure and pieces of fabric.
āMoved back from LA, took a job here as a fitter and designer, wanted to feel more at home. You get it?ā He smiled setting down his things and folding his arms over his chest, āY-yeah I get itā Y/n stuttered back feeling a bit anxious under his gaze, lowkey wishing for Henry to walk in now any second.
āSo can I help you? Are you wanting that new periwinkle dress? I can help you get fitted with my tape measure, make sure it fits perfectlyā He smiled honestly, holding up his tape measure; within seconds he had thrown it around the smaller womanās waist.
āO-Oh no itās okay, iām just waiting on my husb-ā
āSugar? So this is where ya ran off to?ā Hearing that same low voice she loved, she smiled shyly knowing he wouldnāt be happy with her being in such close proximity with another guy. Specifically one that she had dated mildly back when she was 14, even though it meant nothing, Henry still seemed pissy. āItās okay my wife doesnāt need help, Jeremyā Henry grumbled standing up to his full height, then bending down and reading the shorter manās name tag, leaving him slightly shaken merely by the size of the older man.
āA-are you sure? I can help with-ā
āListen, Jeremy, I told you we donāt need help. Do we sugar?ā Henry asked deeply, his eyes travelling to Y/n who shook her head rapidly, her hands immediately wrapping around her manās hairy forearm, her nails mindlessly raking through the arm hair. Jeremy simply nodded and scurried off to help the other elderly woman in the shop, leaving the married couple to their own devices.
āLeave ya alone for two seconds n youāre already givinā away my pussy for a dressā Henry grumbled scoffing grabbing her hand tightly, pulling her out of the shop like a kid who was being scolded, pushing her into the back of his truck that was parked on the sidewalk. Her head landing on the soft pink seat covers she said she would die without, and Henry of course gave in without a second thought.
āW-wasnāt givin it away!ā Y/n pouted crossing her arms as Henry hovered above her, pushing the seats down to almost make a bed like surface. āSure you werenātā Henry grumbled, his hands holding on tightly to her hips, his cock slightly hardening at the sight of her breasts now pushed against her thanks to gravity.
āB-but you were about to go say yes to dinner with Patricia, n-n thatās no fair. I-iām your wife nā thatās mine!ā Y/n whisper shouted, tears slightly collecting in her eyes from frustration motioning to the tent in his trousers, so she turned her head to the side not wanting to look at Henry right now. āOh baby sugar, did ya not hear me when I said no afterwards, or were ya too busy suckinā off Jeremyā
Henryās heart ached seeing her so riled up and upset, but he couldnāt help but notice how wet she got from him simply teasing her. āW-was not! Youāre mean, I donāt wanna talk to you right now. Go back to Patricia or whatever her name isā Y/n grumbled, whining when Henry tilted her head back to look at him, a softer smile on his face as he kissed her tears away.
āMāsorry honey, jus wanted to tease ya but I promise I wonāt do it no more, iām all yours, nā I definitely donāt want to see you around that Jeremy fucker ever again. You understand?ā
āYeah whatever, can we jus go home now pleaseā Y/n pouted still feeling down in the dumps. āI love you sugar, my precious wifeā Henry cooed nuzzling his nose against her slightly reddened one, her eyes as big as buttons as she looked up at him.
āL-love you tooā She whispered back leaning forward and pecking his lips softly, wiping away her face with the back of her hand. āAw iām sorry honey, your Henryās sorry, didnāt mean ta upset you so muchā Henry whispered now feeling a bit guilty, making a mental note to never play this sorts gag on her ever again, he couldnāt bare to see his baby bun so upset. It broke his heart.
Nudging his head against hers he kissed both her cheeks, cupping her face, wiping her stray tears with his thumbs. āCome on, smile for me babyā He whispered kissing down her neck, over the pearl necklace he had bought her for no reason whatsoever, other than he had seen her stare at it for more than two seconds.
Seeing her lips crack up a smile, he himself also smiled as he kissed her lips passionately, his tongue coaxing open her lips; letting his tongue mingle with hers as he felt her arms wrap around his neck. āGonna take you right here okay bun?ā He kissed her full cheeks one more time before sitting up and unbuttoning his jeans, his cock already springing out without help.
Nodding ,Y/n shyly widened her legs and wrapped them around his waist, flipping her dress up to reveal the purple lace covering her centre. āBaby you spoil me too muchā He chuckled pushing her underwear to the side, teasing the tip of his cock up and down her slit before resting it against her snug hole.
āJ-just put it in already bearā Y/n whined wiggling her hips in hopes of him just slipping in, a sharp breath kicking her throat as he suddenly just filled her to the brim. āThis what you wanted, your husbandās cock all up your wet pussy?ā He said through gritted teeth, hid hands sliding up to cup her face, his forehead against hers as he basically lay on top of her.
āCome on, tell me what ya want or you arenāt going to get it butterfly, what do you want?ā
āI-I want my husbandās-husbandās cock in my pussy alla time, j-jus for me and no one elseā Y/n gasped feeling his thumb reach down and start toying with her clit, massaging it in all directions giving her a sense of overstimulation. With her mouth gaped open, Henry saw this as another opportunity to get his woman dirty, collecting spit onto his tongue before letting it dribble onto hers.
An excited whimper leaving her as she cupped his face and smashed their tongues together in an open-mouthed kiss, letting him swallow all her gasps and moans while he thrusted mercilessly. The sounds of hip and lip smacking filled the car, with it evidently becoming extremely steamed up giving them another cover from the public.
āYour little pussy is gonna make your husband cum baby, fuck, we were made for each otherā He moaned breaking from the kiss, āW-what if you grow bored o-of me?ā Y/n asked mid whimper, those insecure thoughts filling her head again, only for them to be interrupted with a pleasurable spank to her breast.
āDonāt speak that way about my wifeā
āW-woah feel all fuzzy nowā Y/n smiled lazily, her body jerking with each thrust, her arms again draping around Henryās shoulders as best they could, āOh do you honey? Fuckinā brilliantā He swore picking up the pace to a heavenly rate, āgo on baby bun, show em all who we belong toā He growled picking up her hand and dragging it down the steamed window, leaving a very erotic looking handprint amidst the mist, anyone walking by could guess what was going on; as if the car rocking wasnāt enough.
āH-Henry cummingā She said using his full name, which sent Henry into a frenzy, his rhythm falling as he felt his cock grow that bit more sensitive. āLove, iām going to cum i-inside you okay? Wanā fill you up and show everyone all of you is mine, show them all what they canāt have when youāre all round full of meā He rambled almost out of breath, her hands cupping his face and staring into his eyes hazily.
Both of them lost in each other ad Y/n clenched her hole around his thick cock, milking it for all its worth as he spurted rope after rope inside of her. Once they both calmed down, a small voice said āB-bear did ya really say no to P-patricia?ā She mumbled looking into his icy blues, her fingers playing with the chain around his neck which had a pendant with her fingerprint.
āCourse I did honey, ya kiddin me? Thereās no other woman on this Earth Iād willingly spend my time with other than you baby bun. Nā that better be the same for youā
āMhm mhm It is!ā Y/n chirped now happily and more hyper despite the raging sex they had which now seemed to smell around the car, ignoring the fact that the mixture of those their orgasms were now leaking onto the cushioned seats.
āyouāre going to stay here n look pretty while I go into that boutiqueā Henry smirked flipping her skirt down and buttoning himself back up, wiping the spit and drool of her face using his red plaid button up. āW-what?ā
āNeed to get ya that pretty dress you deserve, nā show that Jimmy bastard whoās boss around hereā He smiled leaning down and kissing her pussy passionately over the thin fabric of her dress before exiting the car, Y/n would have stopped him about the cum stains on his jeans, but she didnāt really see the big deal now that he was inside the boutique.
honestly I have no idea what he's doing. Like, does someone have a gun to his head or something, making him say all this and admit that kid is his? I'm so over him, for real. I've stopped being a fan. I don't even plan on watching his movies anymore.And honestly, I'm glad that girl he was stalking finally found love. I don't know if she still reads this... I know she used to. If you do, I'm rooting for you, beautiful. ā¤ļø
Yeah, and youʼre clearly jealous as fuck. Otherwise you wouldāve moved on a long time ago. But nope here you are, complaining day in and day out like the losers you are. All of you. When are you going to be done? When are you finally planning to move on? Youāve noticed that nobody cares if you leave, which is exactly why youāre still here. Youāre irrelevant. You post all these anonymous messages thinking it makes you somewhat relevant, but the truth is you donāt matter at all especially not in Natalieās or Henryās lives. All this superior talk, trashing how they look and acting like youāre above everyone just makes you look even worse. Itās pure loser behavior and screams āI crave attention but donāt get any in real life`
NO ONE, literally NO ONE, is jealous of that. Not her, nor their type of relationship.
Talking about obsession, when are YOU going to be done? You objectify him, which he clearly isn't ok with, and he was vocal about it, but still you guys try to say otherwise, blatantly disrespecting him and of course your mama/queen since you thirst over your daddy (oops, dad) and "her" man.
When are YOU going to move on and live your life instead of spending time and money taking some Getty images, editing them with AI to make her look prettier (Congrats cause that makes her feel even more insecure because of you). Then you create more fake AI photos, creating scenarios that never happened - being lovey-dovey, just glimpses of your fantasy and how youād like them to be.Ā
YOU are also irrelevant, just because your mama accepted your tags doesn't make you friends. Nor give you value.
Sheās the only one seeking attention with her hair flopping and shoulder bobbing and her fake engagement ring from temu. Please. The SS16 Texan, the American with no fashion sense whatsoever.
Girl, I think you are right, she do got some sort of gag order on her cos what mother publicly dates a famous man and tell the world you got a baby with him but you can't say his name omg. That could not be me oh hell naw. Babies hurt too effin much for me to hold my tongue on who put it in side me. That bitch crazy!!
You can't talk about your baby and you baby daddy in a public post??? Naw girl hell naw she got a broke ass deal. Stoopid bitch should have taken a negotiation class. They free at the university. She's not winning at all, naw she lost. For sure. So it's either fake baby syndrome or she don't know the value of child support or she just dumb af. Or all of the above.
Itās gag order and injunction, but that injunction is whatās really burying her. Heās using the law to delete her from his narrative.
An injunction is basically a court-ordered "delete" button. It stops her from using his name, his face, or their "history" to boost her own brand. This is why her posts are so blurry and weird; she can talk about herself all she wants, but the second she mentions him, sheās in legal trouble. Without his fame to lean on, sheās just shouting into the void.
A gag order is different. Thatās tied to the actual lawsuit. It keeps the "no product" drama and the court details out of the press so she canāt use the legal fight as content for her PR games.
The injunction is the real killer here. A gag order just stops you from talking about a specific case, but an injunction revokes her right to even associate with him. It turns her into a complete stranger in the eyes of the law. She can stand near him all she wants, but legally, sheās been demoted to a nobody. Heās not just making her be quiet; heās making her non-existent (Yep, the man is totally cold on her).
So why she's still been seen with him?
Standing near him is her last desperate move, but being in the same area doesn't mean sheās actually with him. She uses a "photobomb" strategy to create an implied connection (like her behavior at Taormina). Legally, itās hard to ban someone from a public settings if they have a halfway decent excuse to be there. She shows up uninvited just to catch the overflow of his fame. If she stands ten feet away and someone snaps a photo, the tabloids run "Seen Together" headlines even though he's working and she's just lurking.
This is a visual loophole. The law stops her from claiming they are a happy family in words, so she lets the photos do the lying for her. He counters this with total erasure. By refusing to look at her or acknowledge her presence, he creates a visual truth that kills her narrative. He treats her like furniture (š¤£š¤£š¤£), sheās in the room, but she isn't part of the reality.
Sheās basically outsourcing her law-breaking to the paparazzi. If an injunction says she can't use his name for profit, she just stands in his vicinity and lets the media link them for her. Itās a psychological war where sheās begging for visibility while he's committed to her oblivion.
Basically she's just like another fan with a boundary issue.
So why not put restraining order on her?
Restraining orders are a total mess when youāre dealing with two different countries. A UK court has no real power over a US citizen in America. To make it work, heād have to hire US lawyers and show up for public hearings in her home court. Thatās the opposite of being incognito; itās a PR circus. Filing for a restraining order would also create massive headlines.
Even if he won in the UK, US police wouldn't automatically enforce a foreign order. She could keep posting from her US accounts and stay untouchable. Heās being surgical by starving her of attention instead. Heās betting that quiet privacy lawsuits and professional erasure will kill her relevance without him ever having to give her a public platform.
Some time ago, I would have also had a laugh at a joke about a penis. But now, I didn't even pay attention to it. š¤·āāļø All my attention was fixated on those ugly, old-man pants. As far as I remember, in the past, his thing between his legs didn't stand out so much in any photos, and I even assumed there was something there that wasn't worth our attention at all š
Seriously, guys, I'm confused. What do you think about this? Isn't Ascot a prestigious event? Is this a place where one should draw attention to their penis? š§ What kind of manners are these? Personally, I was neither impressed nor interested. It's disgusting. 𤢠It seems HC has nothing left to draw attention to, and he's resorting to flaunting his penis. Or is he hoping this will attract new female fans? I thought he had already fallen completely in my eyes, but no, it continues. Great move to shift the focus from all this shit and the vulgar, dim-witted whore to what's dangling between your legs. Bingo! What an idiot! Maybe he and his old slut should start a porn business? Maybe in that industry, HC's acting career will show more talent? Then they could truly call themselves a couple. I understand that most people here are just having fun or are genuinely thrilled by the penis display, but in my opinion, this shit show is getting shittier and shittier. Like a TV series that has passed its 29th season and should have ended after the first, but the writers and worst actors keep churning out this crap š
If a man has to resort to a "look at my penis" display, especially at an event like Ascot, he's not going to impress as many women as he thinks. I think if he's still fixated on one woman, she's already seen what he has and the "look at my penis" isn't impressing her, or his money. His behaviour is still rather juvenile, it's like he's pulling around Natalie because he's trying to make someone jealous or compete for him. But the type of women he might be fixated on isn't impressed and wouldn't compete with a man that thought Natalie was worth his time.
Who can trust someone who publicly lies about his private, personal life that he professes he likes to keep private? Heās sabotaging his own career. Is he not intelligent enough to understand this? Whatās wrong with him? Aside from between his legs, whereās his brain š§ ?
He said his daughter's name now what? Are you guys going to find another issue and another narrative or can you finally let go? Dude is happy let him be
That's a win for you? Oh okay take it. š
Itās a relief that you have little grasp stakes for Natalie here. Henry didnāt just stutter; he imploded in front of people who actually hold power; old money, socialites, and the kind of people who have influence. Henry is just a guest in that event. If he's talking to general audience or to us ordinary people, it's fine. But he's there talking to no ordinary people. Like dude, why fumble on your personal life?
This was a humiliation for her, plain and simple. We all know that sheās not a natural; she can't barely handle a camera, and everyone knows her entire "status" was by hitching her wagon to a celebrity. People seem to have amnesia about the "high society" VP/executive producer act that she's still playing. That was syhes all about in that MTV series, remember that? Now sheās building her whole identity on a mother persona, yet she fumbles the optics every single time. And Henry just torched it... My daughter, OUR daughter... Wow
The other disaster is that sheās given the people in that room permission to be cynical. Because of his slipped up, the guests stopped listening to his words and started dissecting the cracks in the partnership. Every side-eye and whispered comment in that room is an indictment of her. They will all think why are they not married yet? So what's the purpose of the engagement ring in her hand? Why there's no confirmation from Henry about the engagement? -> that's what the people in that room thinking.
Oh Henry can fumble big-time, but her who can't talk in front of camera and only relies on her stans, well good luck to her. If you think this is a win, well congratulations for you and condolence to her (for her brand image and her future employment š„).
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