My Husband Made Me A Criminal のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Natasha's POV 'They say it takes twenty-one days to make a habit and ninety days for it to become a permanent part of your life.Do you think I can make your heart flutter in twenty one days? And also become a permanent part of your life in ninety?'I felt the butterflies in my stomach multiply as I read through the note for the nth time since I had received it this morning. The familiar beautiful cursive tugged at every string in my heart.It's been two weeks since the dinner with the girls... Two weeks of them refusing to tell me what they were planning. Two weeks of me anticipating, guessing and overthinking only to come up with nothing. But right now, the wait suddenly felt worth it. I inhaled slowly, relaxing as the scent of flowers wafted into my nose followed by the warm scent of freshly baked dessert. Spencer had always known what strings to pull to win someone over. And right now he was pulling the right strings. Slowly making his way into my heart without startling me.B

Dante's POV "I'll take white roses, lilies, yellow carnations… and black dahlias. All dried, not fresh," I said as I stepped into the flower shop, dressed in an all-white outfit, a complete opposite of what I was feeling. It was the same thing I wore every year and the only thing that still felt right on this day. The florist's smile wavered, her eyes flicked between my list and my expression, as if trying to understand what kind of person paired sunshine with mourning—and wanted the pieces dead. I wasn't sure if it was the combination that unsettled her or the fact that I didn't want them fresh. Either way, I didn't care enough to ask. I gave her a tight-lipped smile. I was used to that look, people trying to read a story they didn't even care for. I wandered deeper into the shop, trailing my fingers over soft petals until I reached the display of dried black dahlias. Their dark petals curled inward like all the memories I'd never managed to shake off. "I'll need more of these

Natasha's POV.'Is Spencer really seeing Lilith?''Why else would he appear in two public events with her as his plus one?' 'Does that mean he fell out of love with Natasha? Just after gifting her his father's company?' 'Oh please you can't say that. What if he and Lilith are just friends? Do you see the gift he sent to Natasha every time?''I'm of the opinion that his gifts were just from guilt. When last did you see him here? And with how intimate he appeared in photos appeared with Lilith? I believe his dating her.''Tch. Once a scum, always a scum! I don't know what Natasha ever saw in him, them and now. Every one here and abroad knows he's a playboy yet she fell in love with him.''Maybe she likes a bad boy? Opposite attracts and all?' I exhaled, massaging the back of my neck before clearing my throat to get my staff's attention. I gave a tight lipped smile as I watched all of them scramble to their seat while avoiding eye contact with me. This whole gossiping of a thing has

Natasha's POV."We need to talk." I stared at the text I had sent to Spencer over Forty-eight hours ago.Read but no reply. I kept checking my phone even when I told myself to stop. Forty-eight hours and not even a 'We will talk later.' Nothing. Just silence pretending to be an answer.I knew he was doing this on purpose. It was his way of shifting the power dynamic between us.His way of making me beg for his attention and goddamn it, it's fucking working. I wouldn't have reached out the second time if this were about me or our none existent relationship but this was about Derrick's retrial.The hell do they mean he's getting a retrial? What did they find? What loophole? What evidence could possibly justify giving a man like him another chance to breathe free air?My stomach knotted just thinking about it.If Derrick walked out, even for a day, the chaos he would cause…No. I can't go there.I tossed my phone onto the couch and dragged a hand down my face.I need answers. Spencer

Spencer's POVThe room went still, eerily still as all three of us stared unblinkingly at the pictures and documents spread out on the table like art on display.So this was it.The missing piece from all the evidence I had been trying to gather against my father. The past he tried-and-failed to bury. "I'd be damned." Dante whistled and Oliver hummed. I said nothing.My chest felt hollow, like something had been scooped out and replaced with ice. I'd always known my father was a bastard-but this?This is too fucking much.Even Roderigo's crimes hadn't been as disgusting as this.How is he still walking free?"I don't even want to know," I said finally, my voice coming out colder than I felt, "what pushed Roderigo to start gathering this kind of evidence against Anthony.""Or why Roderigo needed to hide this instead of exposing it." Dante added, his brows furrowed as he relaxed against the wall. "You don't think Anthony had Roderigo killed, do you?" Silence followed Dante's questio