Semua Bab Divorce and Regret: Chasing My Famous Lawyer Ex-Wife: Bab 131 - Bab 140

Natalie’s POV“Alright,” I said, setting my folder down again. “What do you want to talk about?”Brandon’s expression tightened—controlled but simmering. “It’s Vivian.”A knot pulled in my stomach.“What did she say this time?” I asked, keeping my tone even.“She went live again this morning,” he said. “Same performance—denying involvement, claiming she was deceived by Nathan and Graveswell, painting herself as the victim.”That was nothing new. Annoying, but expected.“But she escalated,” Brandon added, voice dropping.My brows drew together. “Escalated how?”He rubbed the bridge of his nose, clearly frustrated. “She’s implying York International ignored ‘obvious red flags’ because we were also benefiting from Maison Vivra’s numbers.”I blinked. “She said that?”“And worse,” he continued. “She hinted we might have been working with Graveswell all along. That since Nathan and I are brothers, the companies were ‘probably covering for each other.’”My mouth fell open before I could stop

Nathan’s POV“Carmilla, I need those reports on my desk in ten minutes.”She blinked at me from across the hallway, arms full of folders. “The ones you assigned this morning? Those aren’t due until tomorrow.”“Well, they’re due now,” I snapped, walking past her without slowing.“What? Nathan, that’s not even—”I didn’t let her finish. Didn’t dare.If I stood there and listened to her voice, I’d remember last night.Her hand on my jaw. Her breath against my mouth. The way we almost—Nope. Not doing this.“Ten minutes,” I repeated sharply.She made an annoyed sound behind me. “You’re unbelievable.”Good. Let her be annoyed. Let her think I’m the problem. Let her stay far away.Because I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her. And it’s driving me insane.I was halfway into my office when she stomped in after me.Actually stomped.“Nathan,” she said, dropping the folders on my desk with a loud thud. “You’re overloading me on purpose.”I raised a brow. “Am I?”“Yes,” she said bluntly

Natalie’s POVCourtrooms always smelled the same—cold air, old wood, and tension thick enough to bite through. Today, though, my tension wasn’t from the case.It was from the man sitting two seats to my left.And the woman across the aisle who kept glancing at him.Vivian.I straightened my files on the table and didn’t look at Brandon. Not once. Not even when I could feel his gaze flicking toward me.No. Today, I didn’t care what he thought of me.Today, I had an important job to do.When the judge called our case, I stood.“Your Honor, York International formally requests a Temporary Restraining Order against Ms. Vivian Sinclair to prevent her from making further defamatory public statements.”Vivian’s lawyer stood immediately after. “Your Honor, Ms. Sinclair is simply defending herself against accusations—”I held up a hand. “No. She is not.”The judge raised a brow. “Ms. Harris, you may respond.”I clicked the remote, and the first clip played on the courtroom screen—Vivian’s inte

Natalie’s POVOf all days— of all damn days— why does my car have to break down today?!I slammed the hood shut harder than necessary, exhaling through my teeth. I could feel Brandon approaching before I even heard him.“Natalie,” he said, annoyingly calm, “come on. Let’s go.”“No.” I grabbed my bag, brushing past him. “I’ll just book a cab.”“It’s rush hour.”“I don’t care.”“I do.”I turned sharply. “Brandon, I said I’ll take a cab.”“And I said you’re riding with me to the office.”I scoffed. “You can’t just—order me into your car.”“Watch me.”My jaw clenched so hard it almost cracked. I unlocked my phone, opened the ride-hailing app, and—High demand. No available cars.Perfect.I tried again. Nothing.Brandon sighed like he had predicted every second of this.“Natalie,” he said, stepping closer, “stop being stubborn.”“Says the king of stubborn.”His lips twitched. “I’m not letting you stand here for thirty minutes waiting for a car that won’t come.”“I can walk to the main road

Brandon’s POVNatalie looked like she’d seen a ghost.Which was ironic, considering whose house we’d just walked into.Her face was pale, her shoulders stiff, and even the way she held her bag—tight to her chest—made something uneasy twist inside me.“You okay?” I asked quietly.She startled. Like she’d forgotten I was standing right beside her.“Y-yes,” she said too fast. “I’m just… tired.” Then she had the nerve to glare at me. “And have you forgotten that you dragged me here against my will?”I didn’t know how to answer that, so I just said, “Right. Sorry about that.” She glanced around the foyer—high ceilings, polished floors, the old portrait gallery on the left. The place was barely touched since Grandfather died. Frozen in time… and still somehow heavy with him.“It’s… beautiful here,” she said softly, almost reverently. “Really beautiful.”I watched her fingertips graze the carved bannister, watched her try to distract herself with anything that wasn’t me. “It is,” I agreed.