My Husband Made Me A Criminal のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Natasha’s POVIt was finally the day of the press conference.I stood before the mirror, smoothing down the cream-colored dress Spencer had picked out for me for the press conference. It was simple but breathtaking—silk that gleamed under the light, hugging my frame before cascading gently at the hem.The dress gave off an aura of class even without it screaming expensive.My reflection looked calm and collected. My chest, however, felt like a drumbeat that wouldn't quiet."Are you ready?" Jasmine walked into my room, dressed in a sparkling black dress with a slit that ran up to her mid thigh paired with blue heels and blue accessories. "The driver is here." "You look gorgeous," I smiled, my eyes raking up her body before moving to pick up my purse. "Oh please," Jasmin scoffed. "Not as gorgeous as you. I have to say, Spencer has taste." I rolled my eyes at her as we walked to the waiting car. "I have a great body. His taste has nothing to do with me looking gorgeous." "Of course,"

Spencer's POV "I was surprised when I got your message to meet," I muttered as I sat opposite Dante in the private lounge of a horse racing track. "What business are we discussing?" "Your message felt ominous, you know?" I continued, adjusting the cuffs of my shirt. "If I wasn't familiar with your pattern I would have thought some dude wanted to blackmail me." "My message was sexy, what do you mean ominous?" Dante chuckled. "Would you like to talk about business, S? How is that sweetie anything but lovely?"I rolled my eyes at him, pouring myself a glass of wine and taking a sip to hide the smile that threatened to appear. "So what business do you want to talk about? I'm a busy man." I probed, casually twirling the wine as my gaze met his. "You knew your brother was with me didn't you?" He replied, leaning back into the chair with one leg over the other and both his hands couching his head. His unusual silver eyes gleamed with mischief and amusement and his lips curled up. "Noth

Florida's POV"Quin's Fashion has cancelled their endorsement deal with us. They're replacing you with another actress from the agency."My manager didn’t sugarcoat it. He never did. It was always straight to the gut. A cold pinch gripped the back of my neck. I forced my expression to stay smooth, the way it always had to be—soft eyes, practiced serenity, the "angel" everyone thought they knew."Cancelled?" My voice came out light. Too light even for my ears. "Did they give a reason?"His jaw tensed as he eyes me, before turning away. "You know the reason."Of course I knew. Everyone in the damn industry knew.The Derrick Robinson scandal.America's sweetheart married to a cheating, backstabbing and ungrateful husband… except the husband wasn’t the one the media blamed.I was. Because an angel falling out of place was far more entertaining than a corporate devil in action. My fingers curled under the table where no one could see."I worked with Quin's for four years," I murmured. "

Spencer's POV"Do you like my mum?" Rose asked, her tiny voice floating through the quiet car as we drove away from the site.The question hit me so suddenly my foot almost slipped off the pedal.I turned slightly, keeping my eyes on the road as I asked, "What do you mean, Princess?"Rose swung her legs, completely unbothered by the miniature bomb she just dropped. "My teacher said when someone likes you, they're always good to you and they want you to be happy." She looked up at me, her eyes filled with innocent curiosity. "You're always nice to me and Mum. And you always want to see her smile."A breath escaped me—half laugh, half disbelief. This kid was observant, a little too observant even. "You think so?" I asked, reaching over to ruffle her hair gently.She nodded with a confidence I wished I had when I was her age. I pulled the car into a space in front of a quiet bookshop, turned off the engine and gave her my full attention. "Rose… do you want me and your mom to be togethe

Natasha's POV"So what's the deal between you and Richard Hales?" I asked as Jasmine walked out of the kitchen carrying two cups of freshly brewed espresso.She froze for half a second, it was barely noticeable, but I caught it before she slid the cups onto the table like nothing happened. I shut my laptop and took mine from her, keeping my eyes on her as she sank into the seat opposite me."What are you talking about?" she muttered into her cup, her voice barely above a whisper.I raised a brow at her failing tactics, a smile tugging at the corner of my lips. "He came to drop you off, Jas. So don't pretend you don't know what I mean."She sipped, eyes tracing the coffee steam like it suddenly held the answers to the wonders. Of the universe. "He was just being… polite.""Polite?" I echoed. "Since when does a man look at a woman like that out of politeness?""And you two made it to the headlines!" I exclaimed, pointing my fingers her her. Her jaw ticked, and then she looked away—too