Semua Bab Divorce and Regret: Chasing My Famous Lawyer Ex-Wife: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Brandon’s POVThe ride back to the city should have been routine.Two professionals. CEO and counsel. A checklist of next steps.Natalie made sure of it. She sat beside me, posture straight and acting all lawyer-like again despite wearing my shirt—draped loose over her frame.My brain refused to cooperate, though. It kept betraying me with a flash of her changing in my car—the quick lift of fabric, the glide of damp skin.I hadn’t meant to look, but when I glanced up at the side mirror, the window caught her reflection like a darkened screen.Bare shoulders. The curve of her nude back, pale against the rain-streaked glass.Wet hair clinging to her neck in a way that made my chest tighten. Fuck, my hormones had gone crazy at once. I snapped my eyes back to the wheel so fast the muscles in my neck protested, heart hammering like I’d been caught stealing.Damn it. I gripped the steering wheel harder, willing myself to focus on the road. “Legally,” she said crisply, as if nothing had ev

Natalie’s POV“When did this happen?” Brandon finally spoke. “Just finalized,” she said, almost singing the words. “Your mother and I spoke this morning when she came to visit me in the hospital. I couldn’t wait to share the news personally.”I was caught completely off guard. After everything Mrs. York had heard from Carmilla about the kidnapping, she’d still chosen to cozy up to Vivian—no doubt swayed by Vivian’s powerful name and family connections. Or maybe she believed Vivian’s lame excuse about it. Well, whatever. I shouldn’t really care what their relationship is or if Vivian will start working here. I can just stay out of their way. But unfortunately, I did care. Fuck. “Come on, Brandon,” Vivian suddenly said, linking her arm with his. “Let’s go to your office to discuss.”Brandon exhaled and set his shoulders. “Congratulations,” he said evenly. “But I can’t stay to discuss details right now. I already have plans.”The smile on Vivian’s lips wavered—just for a heartbeat—b

Brandon’s POVI still wasn’t sure why I’d come.Natalie’s text kept replaying in my head. I didn’t fully understand what her deal was, but I needed to know. The idea of seeing her had pushed everything else—Vivian’s smug partnership announcement, the endless calls from my mother—clean out of my mind.I stepped inside, letting the warm scent of coffee cut through the damp air, and scanned the tables.My chest constricted. There she was, sitting in a corner booth and looking fresh and pretty despite the upset look on her face. And across from her—Matthew. His hand was on top of hers, and he looked as if he was trying to comfort her about something. But still, what the hell? Why are they together?Matthew suddenly looked up and saw me. Surprise flashed across his face, quickly hardening to suspicion.“Hey, man,” he said, voice sharp with disbelief. Then his eyes narrowed. “Wait a minute… don’t tell me you got a message from Natalie too.”Yeah,” I said slowly, still trying to process i

Natalie’s POVThe executive floor was hushed, the kind of late-afternoon quiet that made every heel click sound like a gavel.I headed toward Brandon’s office with a folder of supplier contracts tucked under my arm, ready to clarify a clause before the board meeting tomorrow.The door was slightly ajar, a slice of warm light spilling across the hallway carpet. I slowed instinctively.Inside, Mrs. York’s voice carried—low, deliberate, and sharp enough to cut glass.“Brandon, you’re overreacting. Vivian’s family brings a global network money can’t buy. This partnership will elevate York International’s brand overnight.”Brandon’s reply came tight and controlled, but I heard the steel beneath it. “Overreacting? You negotiated a joint venture without even consulting me. I’m the CEO.”A beat of silence. Then Mrs. York again, cool and faintly amused.“And I am the board chair. Your father left this company in our hands. He’s busy with the other holdings and trusts my judgment. You should to

Natalie’s POVDylan leaned back in his chair, a sly grin tugging at his mouth. “Alright. You wanted the Carmilla update? Here it is.”Emma and I exchanged a look, bracing ourselves.“My buddy works over at Graveswell Holdings,” Dylan continued. “He told me Carmilla’s Nathan’s new executive assistant.”Emma blinked. “You’re joking.”“Not even close.” He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “Apparently, the two of them fight constantly. Like, full-blown arguments in the middle of the office. He says they’re like a toxic married couple. Half the staff bets on how long she’ll last before she walks out.”Emma burst out laughing, nearly choking on the cookie she’d just shoved in her mouth. “Carmilla? An executive assistant? I’d pay money to see her file paperwork or answer phones.”I groaned, rubbing my temples. “It makes sense. At the lake house, Nathan practically shoved the offer at her. She didn’t have a choice—either become his assistant or get shipped off to Europe. Of course Carmilla