My Husband Made Me A Criminal 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 61 - 챕터 70

"Wh… what?" Bethany's eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at Natasha. "You're not being serious, are you?""I am," Natasha hummed, calm to the point of unnerving. She set her phone down on the desk, fingers folding neatly over each other. "Deadly serious."Bethany laughed once, short and breathless, like she was waiting for a cue to tell her it was a prank. It didn't come. "Natasha, you can't just...cancel it. The partnership, Reeds, Spencer...this isn't something you decide overnight.""It's not an overnight decision," Natasha replied, her gaze steady without a hint of emotional fluctuation. "I've been thinking about it for months."Bethany's back stiffened in shock as she straightened her back while trying to remain as professional as possible. "You know how much is tied into this. The investments, the projects in motion, the legal implications, the uproar this would cause amongst netizens...""I know," Natasha cut in smoothly. "Which is why I want everything terminated. Cleanly

Natasha's POV "Have we gotten feedback from Reeds?" I asked as I walked into my office, shrugging out of my blazer and tossing it over the back of my chair.I pulled off my heels and massaged my feet, letting out a sense of relief. The meeting had drained me.Three hours of maintaining polite smiles, measured tones, and thinly veiled panic from men who cared less about my reasons and more about numbers, profits, and the comfort of predictability. They had called it concern.I called it pressure.They spoke over one another like barbarians, talking about long-term implications of my decision, public backlash and what nots. One of them had even dared to suggest I wasn't fit to lead because I was easily influenced emotionally. That had been my breaking point.I'd reminded them, as calmly as I could, that Morris Winery had survived worse storms without holding onto poisoned anchors. That partnerships were privileges, not lifelines. That I did not owe anyone loyalty at the cost of my p

Natasha's POV"Did you ever love me?" My throat burned, my voice sounded distant even to my ears as my head rested against his chest. I didn't know what prompted me to ask that question. I don't even know what I wanted his response to be. Did he love me? Did he not and he was only following his father's instructions?Somehow, I felt dread for his response and given how he was hesitant to hold me even after I was practically on him... "Yes." Spencer's response caught me by surprise, or maybe the way his voice sounded gruff like he was holding a lot in and he was afraid of letting it out.He took a deep breath and gently pushed me back until he was looking directly into my eyes. "Natasha, you are the only one I've ever loved. I swear it on my life." I stood there frozen for what seems like forever. He pulled me into his arms and rested his head on my shoulder as I felt wetness soak my clothes. "I liked you the first time I saw you." He continued. "Of course, I didn't know at the

Chapter 66Natasha's POV. My mind has been empty, no thoughts, no reaction after Spencer's confession. Anthony killed my parents. Derrick chose avoidance when he found out. Was it out of fear? Or he just didn't want to take responsibility?Questions I wasn't sure I wanted answers to begin to surface the longer I stayed under the cold shower.I shut off the shower, rubbed the towel a little too hard against my skin and got dressed before walking into Spencer's room to find it empty. My brows knitted together as I searched through the room and his closet before walking out of the room.I peeped through the guest bedroom and heard the sound of the shower as my stomach grumbled. "You've tried," I muttered and made my way into the kitchen, rummaging through his fridge and pantry for something to eat. "Does he even live here?" I muttered to myself after finding only expired milk and cereal boxes. "I've been busy these few months and I haven't been living here," Spencer's voice echoe

Natasha's POVThe car ride back was too quiet. Not the peaceful kind. The kind that pressed against my ears until I could hear my own pulse.Spencer drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting stiffly on his thigh. His jaw stayed clenched, eyes fixed on the road like it had personally offended him. My mind was still stuck on the incident that happened in Lana's Café, Derrick's blood on Spencer's knuckles, the look on Derrick's face when I told him never.I hadn't raised my voice. I didn't need to."You okay?" Spencer asked after a while. His voice was careful, like he was afraid the wrong tone might break something in me. "I'm fine." The words came out automatically before I took a deep breath and turned to him only to see him already looking my way."I should ask if you were fine. After all, you were the one who got beaten up." A soft laugh escaped his lips, his hand stretched out and tucked my hair behind my ears. "I'm fine but you are not." "I am." "You've been quiet