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Your brother, my husband Chapter 50
The paper trembled slightly in my hands.I’d read through my father’s old list three times. Most of the names listed there were familiar to me, some were donors, survivors, volunteers. But the last one sat like a forgotten heartbeat on the page:Leona Hayes.I hadn’t heard that name in over a decade now.Not since we were barely out of girlhood. Not since the halfway house where girls wore shame like second skin and dared not speak about dreams out loud, it's really been ages.Leona had been the first person who ever told me I was more than survival, she believed in me despite everything happening, she was always their to cheer me up aside my parents.And I forgot her, I left her. How could I?My chest tightened.I hadn’t just lost her.I’d left her.---I sat quietly in my office the next morning, the blinds were drawn against the morning sun. My attention was divided, even my mug of tea had gone cold. My laptop blinked beside me with unread emails and lot of documents to attend to
Your brother, my husband Chapter 49
Naomi’s POVThe wind carried the scent of pine and distant rain. I stood at the edge of the clearing with a flat river stone in my hand, my thumb tracing its smooth surface over and over.The crew waited quietly behind me, boxes of fresh lumber stacked and ready. But no one moved.They were waiting for me.Raymond stood just off to the side, one hand resting in his pocket, the other holding Miranda’s small fingers. Her pink hoodie flapped in the breeze, a glittery butterfly patch stitched over the heart.I stepped forward and knelt slowly in the soil.The ground was soft, Cold, Real.I pressed the stone into the earth where the main house would be built.“I name this place The Haven,” I said, my voice quiet but clear. “May every woman who enters here walk out stronger, Brighter.”I stayed crouched, my hand still resting on the stone, My eyes stung.You would’ve loved this, Daddy.Miranda let go of Raymond’s hand and ran toward me, crouching beside me.“Can I put one too?”I nodded, he
Your brother, my husband Chapter 48
Naomi’s POVThe call ended, but the questions clung to me like steam in a closed room. Who was Celeste?What promise?And what kind of secret could survive my father’s death—and mine?Raymond watched me closely from the bed, concern flickering in his eyes.“Is everything okay Darling?”I sat beside him, my phone still in my hand. “Well, it seems I'd be getting more shocking calls and discovering more secrets from now on.”“A woman just called, she said her name is Celeste and She said she knew my father. That there’s something I need to know, Something he promised before he died.”Raymond’s brows drew together. “Do You want me to come with you?”“No,” I said slowly. “Not yet.”Some things had to be faced alone—if only at first.…………Celeste chose a quiet corner café in Brooklyn, it was really calm and cozy.Rain fell in a light drizzle as I arrived, I was dressed in a soft gray coat and heeled boots, nerves humming under my skin. I wasn't sure what to expect, if I should be scared o
Your brother, my husband Chapter 47
Naomi’s POV Morning of the MeetingI stared at my reflection longer than usual, not out of vanity, but reverence.A soft navy suit with gold-lined cuffs. Modest but striking. My hair coiled into a smooth bun, A pair of pearl earrings my mother once wore to my father’s first company anniversary dinner.“Mommy, you look like a boss,” Miranda said, poking her head into the room.I turned, smiled. “That’s because today, I have to be one.”Raymond walked in behind her, “Not have to, You are one already.”I let out a soft breath. “The last time I sat in that room, I was grieving and unsure. Today, I’m walking differently.”“You’re not just walking in,” Raymond said, taking my hand. “You’re taking the table with you.”---The venue I’d chosen for the board meeting wasn’t the usual marble-and-glass skyscraper.It was a converted community tech hub in Harlem, owned by three Black women under thirty who built it from an abandoned brownstone.A statement.The board didn’t love it.They didn’t n
Your brother, my husband Chapter 46
Naomi’s POVThe press release went live on a Tuesday morning.There was no flashy headlines, No cameras. Just one quiet post from the Voss Foundation website that began to ripple out like heat on glass.Naomi Thompson-Darlington, Founding Director: National Women’s Impact Initiative.I sat at the kitchen island in my robe, the tablet screen bright in front of me. My name—our name—was there in bold, I read it three times.There was something different about seeing both names. It wasn’t just sentimental, It was structural, A bridge between blood and bond. My past and my present, finally standing side by side.Raymond walked in, hair damp from the shower, Miranda perched proudly on his shoulders.“Mommy!” she shouted. “Daddy says you’re important important.”I raised an eyebrow. “I’m not sure what that means, but I like the sound of it.”Raymond grinned. “The website’s already circulating in investor circles. You’ll be getting emails by lunch.”“I already am.”“And you haven’t passed out
Your brother, my husband Chapter 45
Naomi’s POVI stared at the email long after Raymond fell asleep. The photo… It was so ordinary, so real, This is Me, fifteen years maybe, in my school uniform, standing on the steps of Thompson Enterprises. My smile was small, hesitant. I looked like a girl who hadn’t yet learned to flinch.Who still had this picture?And why now all of a sudden?I didn’t reply, I Just shut the tablet and lay back in the dark, letting the weight of memory settle around me like a quilt I hadn’t asked for till I fell asleep.……..The Next Morning, Raymond found me sitting on the patio swing, wrapped in a throw blanket, coffee untouched.“Good morning, my queen, I see you haven't touched your coffee yet, You okay?”I handed him the tablet.He read the email once, Then again. His jaw clenched slightly. “Anonymous?”I nodded. “There was No address, No digital trail, Just… that.”“Someone’s watching you.”“Or probably remembering me, because why is it when I took charge of the company again he sent that?
Your brother, my husband Chapter 44
Naomi’s POVThe envelope was thicker than most of the Cream-colored ones, it was sealed with a gold-embossed crest I hadn’t seen in over a year.The board.I held it in my hands longer than necessary, the weight of my name staring back at me—Naomi Erica Thompson Darlington.I hadn’t thought about that side of my life in weeks. Not since the gala, not since the letter from the council. But the company hadn’t forgotten me. Or more accurately—hadn’t forgotten what I represented.I opened the letter.You are hereby invited to attend the Thompson Group quarterly board meeting as the principal shareholder and chair of the late Mr. Elias Thompson’s estate...Your presence is requested at the private executive session scheduled for Friday, 10:00 AM.They weren’t just requesting my presence.They were testing my silence.---Raymond read the letter in the kitchen, leaning against the counter while Miranda colored pictures of unicorns and pancakes at the table.“Interesting timing,” he said, t
Your brother, my husband Chapter 43
Naomi’s POVThe interior of the limousine was silent, enveloped in soft velvet shadows and the gentle murmurs of city life. New York’s skyline sparkled outside like a stage set for a performance waiting to begin. Raymond was dressed in a sleek black suit, looking all dashing. He placed his hand lightly on my thigh and did not take his eyes off me the entire drive from the house, not even for a second.“Stop staring, you look like you'd undress me with those eyes of yours,” I said softly while nudging him.“Oh!!!! I'd love to do that but sadly I can’t, “You’re……you’re looking radiant, stunning, appetizing, words can't even describe how gorgeous you look tonight.”I looked down at the emerald dress, the one that felt like strength stitched into silk. “I feel like I’m wearing someone else’s life, I'm still adjusting.”He took my hand, “Babe, You’re wearing the life you earned, so tonight, don't think too much. Head up, chin high, you've got this.”And with that, we pulled up to the Gr
Your brother, my husband Chapter 42
The dress didn’t fit.It was not because it was too tight or too small—but because it wasn’t me anymore. The navy satin sheath I’d once bought for a corporate dinner, back when I was still shrinking myself to survive, clung to me like it belonged to someone else.I stood in front of the mirror, hands on my hips, trying to convince myself it would do.Raymond walked into the room mid-thought, glanced once, and tilted his head.“What’s the problem babe, You don’t like it?”“I don't not like it.”He crossed the room, stood behind me, placed his arms around my waist and met my gaze in the mirror. “It’s elegant,” he said gently. “But it’s not you, Not anymore.”I sighed. “I guess I don’t know what ‘me’ looks like now.”He smiled, fingers brushing my waist. “Then let’s go find her something that fits.”………We didn’t go to a department store, We didn’t scroll aimlessly through online shops. Raymond drove us to a boutique tucked into the quiet side of town—a woman-owned space filled with bo
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