All Chapters of My Husband Made Me A Criminal : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Are you prepared, as you follow the path of marriage, to love and honor each other for as long as you both shall live?” The priest question ripple through me like a two pledged sword, my heart swelling painfully that I want to rip it out. “Yes, I do.” My Husband Enthusiastically replied, A radiant grin etch on his face. His eyes staring passionately at the woman before him. Throughout the years I spent behind prison bars, I counted down to this day when I would come home and feel Derrick’s arms around me again. But Derick slapped me so hard with the cruelest shock of my life. Imagine getting freed from jail expecting your beloved husband to welcome you with a grand welcome party. Only to meet him wedding another woman and worst, it’s being Live throughout the whole country. My chest palpated, every inch of it hurting so bad. My feet feels ice glued to the ground of the hall’s entrance where I’ve been watching the ultimate betrayal unfolds. watching my husband promising Forever

I had rehearsed this reunion a hundred times in my head—the way Rose’s little hands would reach for me, and the way she would smile.But reality came in when Diamond said, “Ma’am, she’s awake.”I rushed to my daughter's side before Diamond could finish.“Rose?” My voice is extremely soft as I watch her pale face. The older version of the fragile infant I left behind. Her lashes fluttered. “How are you, baby? How are you doing?”Her eyes opened and found mine, but she squinted at me like I was a stranger.“Who are you?” I freeze. That one single question made my chest explode. My mouth went dry and I couldn't say anything.“She’s your mother,” Diamond replied for me, and I was grateful because I couldn't even speak.Rose's frown hardened… more confusion clamoring her. “No she’s not,” she rebukes immediately. “Daddy told me my mother is dead. Aunt Florida is my mommy now.”My vision blurred and for a second, I couldn’t breathe.Derrick had told her I was dead?! I had expected cruelty

The first thing I noticed was the ceiling. It wasn’t the hospital’s ceiling, or the painted one of Derrick’s mansion, or the cracked plaster of the prison I had spent five years staring at. It was white, clean, with faint patterns in the corners that looked expensive. My head throbbed and my throat burned. For a long moment, I couldn’t move. I didn’t even know where I was. The last memory I had was a bar. So where was I? I sat up too fast, my head spinning as the door opened. A man stepped in with a tray that had toast, eggs and a glass of juice on it. As he set it in my lap, my eyes went to his face and I froze. No. It couldn’t be. “Spencer?” My voice was barely a whisper. He smiled faintly—that same crooked smile I had once loved. But it was impossible. Spencer had died in an open fire years ago. I had mourned him and buried my love for him. I stood up fast as my hands trembled. “No. This isn’t real. You’re dead.” “I’m not,” he said calmly, setting the tray on the

Natasha POV"Rise and shine, Missy" Spencer announced as he walked into the room with a tray in hand and an apron wrapped around his torso.Seeing me by the window overlooking the back garden of his penthouse in the same clothes I'd been in since yesterday, his brows creased. "You haven't slept since you came back?" He questioned as he set the tray on the bedside table before walking towards me. "I couldn't sleep." "Why?" Spencer queried, his brows creasing tighter as he noticed eye bags sitting proudly on my face. "Are you okay?" "I'm fine," I replied with a tight smile. "Honestly, I'm better than I was yesterday." "And yet you couldn't sleep," he scoffed and shoved his hands into his trousers as he stood beside me. "I had a lot to think about," I muttered as I turned away from the window, my eyes landing on the tray of hearty breakfast he had brought me. Eggs, porridge and fruits cut into cute shapes. Just how I liked them. How he'd always served me.'Why do you always cut t

Derrick's POV"Your father said you should contact him when you get here," Chloe, my PA, reported as I climbed out of my Aston Martin DBX - a gift I had gotten from my father the previous year, after completing a deal worth tens of billions with an international client. And as touching as it was to receive the gift, it was later that I had found out the gift was merely to cater to Florida's secret hobby of watching and being part of car races. I gave a curt nod to my employees as I walked into the private elevator that went directly to my floor. "Did he say anything else?" I asked, carefully adjusting my jacket while Chloe balanced the files in her hand as her phone buzzed again. She gave me a helpless look after checking the caller ID and realizing the caller was none other than my father. He's quite persistent. I thought."Ignore his calls. You have the liberty to put him on a blacklist for the rest of the day," I ordered as the elevator came to a stop. "But-" Cutting her off