Natalie’s POV“But one thing doesn’t make sense…” Brandon said, lowering his fork and looking at me. “Dylan confirmed she’s currently not in the U.S.”My breath hitched. Just for a second.That meant Dylan had covered for me. I let out a silent sigh of relief and gave a small nod like I didn’t just escape a heart attack.“If that weren’t the case,” Brandon continued, “I’d really think you were my ex-wife.”He grinned and even winked.I didn’t laugh.I just stared at him and forced my lips into a polite, flat line.He raised both hands in mock surrender. “Alright, maybe that joke really wasn’t that funny.”“It’s definitely not,” I said, picking at the edge of my napkin. God, I almost admitted it. One wrong word and it would’ve all come crashing down.I hadn’t meant to lie to him not at first. But the way he spoke about his ex-wife, to me… like she was some greedy, nameless ghost in his past. And the way he spoke to me now… warm, respectful, even a little impressed. That gap between ho
Natalie’s POV I couldn’t speak. No words came out.Dylan’s confession was still hanging in the air between us, and all I could do was stare at him… wide-eyed, heart pounding, lips parted like maybe something would come out. But nothing did.Then, as if fate knew I needed saving, my phone rang.I jumped.He looked down at his lap and sighed. Just one look at the screen was enough for him to know.“Brandon,” he said quietly, then gave me the smallest nod. “Go ahead.”His voice was calm, but his eyes… God, they weren’t. I saw it all—disappointment, frustration, that faint trace of hope disappearing like smoke.I stood up slowly, still holding the phone to my ear.“Hey,” Brandon said on the other end, like nothing was burning. “I’m near your firm. Want to grab a bite and talk through a few case points?”“Sure,” I said too quickly. “I’ll meet you downstairs.”I grabbed my bag without looking back. I couldn’t. Because if I did… I’d probably stay.Dylan stayed seated, hands resting on his k
Natalie's POVI walked out of Brandon’s office, but my mind stayed behind.His questions. His tone. The way he kept trying to explain things like they’d make sense if I just gave him a second chance.It didn’t sit right.Especially the part where he said there was nothing going on between him and Carmilla. Please. He might’ve convinced himself of that, but I wasn’t born yesterday. The way she acts around him? The way his mother talks? There’s history there.. maybe messy, maybe not but I wasn’t about to be the idiot in the room pretending not to see it.And his mother?That one stung more than I wanted to admit.It’s not like I needed their approval. I didn’t even want it. But hearing how little they thought of Brandon’s ex-wife-of me-made something tighten in my chest. Like all those years I spent taking care of his grandfather, running back and forth between hospitals and boardrooms, meant nothing.They really saw me as just some invisible housewife they could brush off and forget.I
Brandon’s POVSomething Mom said stuck with me.Actually, it was a mix of things.. her comments earlier, Arthur’s little jabs from the other day, and that look on Natalie’s face when they mentioned my ex-wife like she was just some extra.It kept replaying in my head. The way she tensed. That flash in her eyes.I leaned back in my chair and looked at Elena, who’d just come in with my schedule.“You remember the background check I asked you to run on Ms. N?” I asked.She nodded. “Yes, sir. Everything came back normal. Except for a three-year gap. No work records, no paper trail. She just… vanished during that time.”Of course she did.I rubbed the back of my neck. That missing gap, it wasn’t just coincidence. I was starting to feel like there was something I wasn’t supposed to see.“Okay. Change of plans. Look into someone else.”Elena blinked. “Who?”“Natalie York,” I said, keeping my voice even. “My ex-wife.”She straightened slightly. “Are you looking for her?”I nodded. “Yeah. I wa
Natalie’s POVCarmilla didn’t waste a second. She rushed toward them like she’d just spotted her favorite celebrities. Then clung to his mother’s arm like it was part of a routine.“She bullied me,” she whined, pointing straight at me like I’d yanked her hair and shoved her down the stairs. “In front of my whole team! I was just doing my job!”I didn’t flinch.Brandon’s mother turned her eyes on me, calm but sharp. Her brows slightly pulled together, it took me a second… but then it hit.That face.Polite confusion with a splash of quiet judgment. The exact same expression she wore the first time I met her.Oh God.Mrs. York.I froze.She’d been in Europe all these years, managing their overseas branches. We’d only met a few times, but even back then, she didn’t like me much. I wasn’t what she imagined as “wife material” for her precious Brandon.And now? I had no idea if she remembered me.I kind of hoped she didn’t.Brandon looked between us. His brows furrowed. “What happened?”“Sh
Natalie’s POVThe ride home after the banquet was quiet. Too quiet.Dylan was driving. Emma sat in the back beside me, pretending to sleep but I knew better. Her fake breathing rhythm was way too dramatic.She’d been dying to ask the second we stepped into the car. And of course, it didn’t take long.“So…” she started, drawing the word out like a fishing line. “Brandon York. That man knows how to put on a show, huh?”I glanced at her through the rearview mirror. “What about him?”“Oh, nothing,” she said way too casually. “Just wondering if he’s always that clingy when offering people a job. Or was that whole dance-slash-eyes-only-for-you thing a limited-edition performance?”Dylan gripped the wheel a little tighter.I leaned back and stared out the window. “It was just business. He asked me to work with him.”“Work with him,” Emma repeated, clearly not buying it. “He asked you to work with him in front of hundreds of people like it was a wedding proposal.”I looked at the rearview mir