All Chapters of My Husband Made Me A Criminal : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Natasha's POV"We are here," the taxi driver announced as the car stopped in front of Richard's million bucks condo. I hummed, paid the driver and stepped out, not forgetting to thank him on my way out. I would have driven my car halfway through the city but I knew I wouldn't be going back home with it given the amount of wine I had brought.Yes, I planned to get drunk... If possible. I hauled the crate of wine out of the car trunk and placed it on the pavement just in time for the staff to step out and help me bring it in. I adjusted my dress, took a deep breath, and gave myself a one minute prep talk before stepping onto the property. It was my first time visiting Richard's home even after we've been partners for over half a year.I wasn't able to take in everything but the little I did made me realize why my free spirited best friend had fallen head over heels for him after running away from a serious relationship for years. The smell of grilled meat hit me before I even stepp

Anthony's POV"We will take a half an hour break," the judge announced. "After that we will continue with this section." The word echoed like a gavel strike inside my skull.I stood before the judge even finished speaking, the chair legs scraping too loudly against the floor. Cameras flashed. Murmurs followed. My gaze flickered through the crowd of spectators, looking for something... Or maybe someone that I knew would be there. Waiting to witness my fall. And just like I had thought, Spencer, my very first child was still sitting there. Confident and indifferent to the fact that he had brought his father to court and aired the family dirty laundry to the word to see.I had felt his presence before I saw him—like a bruise you keep pressing just to prove it still hurts.Seeing him sitting there like nothing was happening finally made me realize why I had always preferred him to his overly obedient brother.Spencer Knox took after me. Not caring who he had to point his sword at just

Spencer's POVThe city felt too loud after the courthouse.Not the traffic. Not the people.Just everything else.I drove without music and without a destination in mind. Until I realized I'd already parked.Natasha's building stood exactly where I remembered it. I didn't text. Didn't call.I just sat there for a moment, hand on the steering wheel, wondering when silence had become something I had to ask for.She opened the gate before I even came out of the car. She didn't look surprised to see me.Seeing I wasn't moving, she walked towards me and knocked on the window. I rolled down the glass and she leaned on it. "I cooked your favourite beef sauce with rice." She announced, her voice calm and normal.Normal like my father didn't drop a missile just a few hours ago. Normal like I am not the son of the man who had ruined her family. "Come on," she pulled open the door. "It's almost winter and the air is getting chilly." She didn't let me argue. She never did when she decided som

Spencer's POV"I hate to bother you, but I think I may have messed something up. Can I steal ten minutes?" It was a message from Lilith even though I had totally ignored her previous messages. I sighed through my nose and typed back.Me: What happened?Three dots appeared. Disappeared. Reappeared.Lilith: The season series. It's a hit and everyone is talking about it. I'm checking in to see if there's a way you can help me with it?The limited edition wasn't something Morris Winery pushed publicly. It was allocated quietly, selectively. Natasha had insisted on that—scarcity protected reputation.There was no way Lilith would go to Natasha, since both of them didn't get along. I locked my phone and leaned back in my chair.Ten minutes, I told myself as I exhaled again.Me: Come by the office. I'll make a call.Her reply came almost immediately.Lilith: Already downstairs.Of course she was. She didn't look like someone who'd rushed over.Lilith stood near the reception area, phone tu

Natasha's POV"And this one is my favorite," Rose said, lining the shells up carefully as we waited for our meals to be served. "See the pink inside?"I hummed, taking note of the shell she pushed forward "It looks like cotton candy," I said. "Soft but strong."Rose grinned happily, her eyes brightened up at my encouragement. "Exactly! That's why it's special.""You're giving these shells personalities now?" Spencer chuckled beside me, his hand resting on my thighs under the table. "They deserve it," she said seriously. "They survived the ocean."I reached out, brushing sand off the table. "Just like you survived carrying them all day."She puffed her chest. "I'm a very responsible shell mom!"A shadow fell on our table and I looked up.Lilith stood there like she'd taken a wrong turn into our life. Her hair was dull, pulled back badly. Her dress hung on her like she'd slept in it. Somehow seeing her like this reminded of Florida. And that alone sent a wave of bad premonition throug