All Chapters of My Husband Made Me A Criminal : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Spencer's POV'Sort out your problems' Natasha's words echoed through my head as I walked into the villa. And somehow the villa felt hollow.Not quiet. Hollow.Natasha's charger was gone from the socket. Rose's sandals weren't by the door. The couch cushion she always pulled under her arm was back where it belonged, untouched.She didn't storm out. She erased herself like she was creating space for someone else. I unlocked my phone. No missed calls. No messages. I typed her name anyway, dialled her number and was sent immediately into voicemail.A breath escaped my lips, long, exhausted and frustrated. One containing every word and emotion I could not say. I unbuttoned my shirt, brushed my fingers through my hair and scrolled the internet.The video had grown teeth in just a few hours. Different accounts. Different captions. Same thirty seconds. My voice was clipped and cold.'That baby is not mine.'I watched it without sound this time. The angle caught the edge of her shoulder. J

Spencer's POV"Boss, we went through everything from San Francisco," Oliver said, sliding into the chair across from me. His usual confident air was muted like he knew whatever he was about to say would trigger me."We checked everything, cameras, hotel logs… nothing out of place. The only thing is Lilith leaving around two in the morning looking… disheveled."I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temple as the report sank in. "Disheveled?" I echoed. "You mean, like she stumbled out after… what, a late-night snack?"Oliver chuckled nervously, avoiding eye contact. "I mean… yeah, if the late night snacks you are talking about are the adult ones… you know. She looked like she had multiple rounds."I snorted, frowning. If she really looked disheveled when she left my room it could mean we really slept together.As if reading my mind Oliver, leaned forward, tapped the table twice and hummed. "If she had been planning this whole thing for a while, her coming out of your room looking rough

Lilith's POV"Are you kidding me?!" The scream tore through me like a whirlwind, hurling my phone across the room. It bounced off the corner of my desk and slid under the couch.My assistant, jumped back as if I'd thrown a live grenade."Take it easy, Miss Crownwell," she stammered, eyes wide, hands trembling."Easy?" I barked, pacing so fast the heels of my shoes clicked against the marble floor."I should take it easy? Do you see what's happening online? Do you see?"She swallowed hard, glancing at her tablet like she was bracing for a bomb.I yanked it from her hands. Notifications flashed across the screen. Screenshots, threads, memes—people analyzing me. Not Spencer. Me.Notice the distance…Notice the lack of intimacy…His attention is elsewhere…I felt my stomach twist. Not only had he dared to reject me for that damned ex convict that walk around like she owned the fucking world. Now, the world wasn't just seeing me as the mother of his child—they were doubting me."This was

Spencer's POV"Make the arrangement according to the folder I sent to you," I instructed as I picked up my jacket and car keys,ready to close for the day. "You sent me a folder?" Oliver asked I'm surprise. "Before or after the press conference?""I just sent it before you walked in here. It's important, so please don't delay." I added and he nodded."Should I add Mister Richard's wedding to your schedule?" He continued. "Is that even a question?" I replied and he rolled his eyes. I knew he was just following procedures and I knew he was also doing it on purpose since he always did without procedures for matters like this. "Then... Are there any special instructions for me?" "Yes," I answered, pausing by the door as I turned back to him. "Take the rest of the week off and resume on Monday. Of course that's after making the arrangement I asked you to make." I explained and shit the door behind me. I rode the private elevator down to the executive parking lot knowing the paparazzi

Natasha's POVFive Years Later"Good morning, beautiful."I hummed lazily as warm lips brushed my temple, then my cheek. I didn't open my eyes right away. I didn't need to. Spencer was pressed against my back, one arm draped over my waist like it belonged there—which it did.Those hands belonged wherever he chose to put them. "Morning," I murmured, my voice still heavy with sleep since we had spent most of the night satisfying his greedy desire to suddenly have another kid after he heard the news about Jasmine carrying Ricky's fourth child.He shifted, kissing my shoulder this time. "You were snoring.""I was not." He chuckled softly. "You absolutely were."I turned slightly, squinting up at him. "Lies. If anything you were the one snoring." Maybe?" He Chucky, his hand wandering to my nether area. I glare6 at him and pulled his hands off my body. "You just like provoking me first thing in the morning.""It's my favorite hobby," he said, grinning like a man who had won the lottery.