All Chapters of Your brother, my husband : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Naomi's POV I stared at the stick in my hand like it was lying.There were two lines.No blinking. No digital countdown. No ambiguity.Just two quiet, steady lines that felt louder than anything I’d heard in weeks.I sat on the bathroom floor, knees to my chest, the world tilting slightly as my heartbeat thudded in my ears. The morning sun streamed through the frosted glass above me, slicing the silence into strips.Two lines.One for before, One for after.There was no part of me that hadn’t seen it coming—not really. The nausea. The strange dreams. The way my clothes fit a little differently, the smell of garlic turning my stomach, the softness in Raymond’s gaze when he thought I wasn’t looking.But knowing something in your bones and seeing it on paper are two very different things.I set the test gently on the floor beside me, like it might break.Pregnancy.Again.My hands drifted over my abdomen, flat but no longer unfamiliar.I thought of Miranda—how she’d been a secret too, h

Naomi's POV The studio smelled like warm lights and polished wood. It was too bright, Too sterile, Like a courtroom dressed as a stage.Everything buzzed—cables, phones, makeup brushes fluttering like moths around my cheeks. Charlotte paced near the back, whispering updates into her headset. The stylist tugged gently at my sleeve while the producer double-checked my mic, her voice cool and efficient.We were fifteen minutes from going live.Charlotte paced outside the door. Kendra was in the control room, coordinating slides. I stared at my reflection in the vanity mirror—still Naomi, but my face was looking sharper, Softer, too. My features were calm, but something inside me trembled, shifting like a storm beneath calm waters. This was the moment they’d been trying to crush. And here I was—still standing, still speaking, still me.And carrying life.The thought made my throat tighten.Raymond had offered to wait backstage, but I asked him to stay home with Miranda instead. I neede

Naomi's POV The interview ended at exactly 8:00 p.m.By 8:03, I was already trending on four social media platforms.By 8:07, there were hashtags I hadn’t authorized and headlines I hadn’t written or thought about.How fast people spread rumors or even jump into conclusions.And by 8:15, my inbox was an avalanche—sympathy, skepticism, celebration, and venom all twisted into one tidal wave of “Naomi, you’re everything,” and “Naomi, how dare you.”I didn’t know what I was expecting, but it's definitely not this.---Raymond didn’t ask questions when I stepped into the car outside the studio. He just reached across the console and laced our fingers together.“Relax babe,You’re shaking,” he said softly.“I think I’m still in shock.”“You were brilliant there.”“I was visible,” I whispered. “That’s what they’ll remember.”“Then make sure it’s for the right reasons.”His voice was calm, it was soothing, like an anchor in the storm.We didn’t speak much the rest of the drive. I watched the

Naomi’s POVThree days have passed.Seventy-two hours since Samuel Knox handed me a lifeline dressed as leverage.I hadn’t called him, and I hadn’t burned the folder either.But I have done something worse—something no one expected of me.I used it to build a stage.---On Thursday morning, I called an emergency strategy session at The Haven. Raymond, Leona, Beatrice, Kendra, and even Rachel sat around the conference table. Not one of them knew exactly what I had planned, but they showed up anyway.I stood at the head of the table, holding the thick folder.“I’m not keeping this secret,” I said.Rachel’s brow furrowed, “Are you giving it to the press?”“No,” I said. I’m giving it to the people.”Beatrice leaned forward. “How?”“We’re hosting a public summit at The Haven.This is open to stakeholders, critics, funders, reporters, even the ones who hate me. Everyone who thinks they have a claim on Sanborn—let them come and say it to my face if they dared.”“You’re doing nothing than in

Naomi’s POVToday I didn't wake up to noise, I woke up to shiny light from the window. It was golden and had a magnificent sight to behold.Memories of last night in the bathing tub kept flooding my mind and I was smiling like a baby. I could remember his lips on my bud.Oh my!!! Just thinking about it is making me hard already so early in the morning. I turned around to look at his lovely face but only to notice Raymond had already left the bed.I removed the duvet from my body and put on my robe and left the room. I could smell cinnamon from downstairs—his attempt at pancakes without Miranda’s usual supervision.I stayed there for a moment, hand resting over the swell of my belly, and admiring my man in the kitchen. I felt somehow plumpy this morning.I went over to Miranda's room to check on her and so made sure she uses her medicine.I got to her room and noticed she was still sleeping. She looked really beautiful this morning. I walked up to her bed and removed the strand of hai