All Chapters of Your brother, my husband : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Naomi's POV Just like that Beatrice and Alex have left the house. I was happy that Beatrice wasn't giving up on life and Alex decided to be a better person and I'm sure he's changed now.My husband was so thoughtful, he had given him a proposal to join his organization. I believe maybe, just maybe this will be a new starting point for them. The weekend air had a certain stillness to it—not empty, but waiting. Like the house knew someone was coming.I got up, did little house chores, since we weren't much in the house again, some things needed to be returned to avoid littering everywhere. I also had to pump some milk for baby Aurora as my breast milk was already too full and weting my body.Then I went to prepare food, cleared the kitchen and served the food.We had barely finished brunch when the doorbell rang. Raymond looked up from his tablet, Miranda was mid-spoonful of yogurt, and I was folding laundry on the armrest.Raymond stood and smiled knowingly. "That'll be Miles."I bli

Naomi's POV I woke to the scent of salt and rosemary.Raymond was still asleep, his arm loosely draped over my waist, his chest rising and falling in the rhythm of peace. Outside, the soft hiss of waves whispered through the open shutters. The sheets were warm, tangled, kissed with last night’s memories.Carefully, I slipped from the bed and padded barefoot onto the terrace.The sea stretched endlessly before me, and for the first time in a long time, my chest didn’t feel tight.I carried a cup of chamomile and a leather journal I hadn’t opened since before the funeral. It felt strange—this quiet. Like I was meeting myself again after a long separation.I blinked awake to the warmth of the sun on my skin and the faint sound of waves below. The cushion beneath me was soft, the terrace breeze gentle. I must have dozed off on the lounge chair. The scent of salt and jasmine lingered in the air. I stretched slowly, feeling my robe shift as I sat up.That’s when I heard his voice—soft, clo

Naomi's POV Today was one of the calmest mornings I've had since we came here. It was not silent—the waves still hissed softly against the rocks, birds still called from the trees beyond the villa—but the way inside felt quiet. There was no need to rush. No mental to-do list whispering in my ears. Just warmth, and the faint scent of citrus from the oil Raymond had rubbed onto my skin the night before.I stirred in the sheets, lazy and slow, my leg brushing against his, Raymond didn’t move, He was still asleep beside me, one hand under the pillow, the other resting against my hip, possessive even in his dreams.I turned slowly and just looked at him.I never used to believe in watching someone sleep—not until I loved him. Now it felt like watching peace itself curl against my skin. My fingers traced his jawline gently, not enough to wake him.My husband, The man who had broken down every wall I built around myself.The man who made me feel safe, Desired, Whole. I kissed his temple so

Naomi's POV The morning sun filtered through gauzy curtains, dust motes dancing like champagne bubbles. I woke before the alarm, tracing the faint line of scars on my hip where my baby had first kicked. Raymond was still sleeping, one arm thrown over the pillow, his back rising and falling in the steady rhythm of rest.I slid out of bed, my toes brushing the soft rug. In the bathroom’s mirror, I saw the woman I had become—lines around my eyes where laughter lived, slight softness at my waist where love had settled, and a spark in my eyes that came from living fully.I made coffee for two, inhaling its bittersweet aroma. On the balcony, the cove below was glassy, the horizon a whisper of pink. I let the cup warm my hands, thinking of how far we’d come since first meeting.When Raymond joined me, blinking and stretching like a contented cat, I surprised him with a slow smile. “Ready for our last day of nowhere?”He laughed, old-world charm in his grin. “Always.”A Walk Through Wildflow

Naomi's POV I awoke to the aroma of coffee wafting through the corridor. It wasn't the exquisite blend we had ordered during our vacation — merely the standard rich roast that Martha prepared each morning. Yet, it somehow felt like returning home.I propped myself up in bed, the sheet sliding off my shoulder. Raymond had already left — his side of the bed was warm but vacant, his pillow indented where his head had lain throughout the night, right beside mine.I stretched leisurely, feeling content. My skin still bore the softness of the ocean sun, along with memories of wildflower fields and moonlit promises. However, there was also a new heaviness in my chest — something that resembled readiness. For real life. For what lay ahead.Downstairs, I discovered him at the kitchen counter, sleeves rolled up, hair still damp from his shower. He glanced up as I entered quietly, barefoot, a half-smile playing on his lips.“Good morning, Mrs. Darlington,” he greeted, and I could swear he made