All Chapters of Craving the wrong brother : His obsession : Chapter 91 - Chapter 99

~YVONNE'S POV~Two weeks.That's how long I had been hiding at Liam's lake house, fourteen days of watching the water, eating meals Liam made, sleeping in a bed that wasn't mine, and trying to convince myself I was healing.I wasn't healing. I was surviving, there's a difference.The cramping had stopped, the bleeding had stopped. My body had moved on like nothing had happened, like I hadn't lost a baby two weeks ago.But my mind hadn't caught up yet.I still woke up reaching for my stomach, expecting to feel the small curve that had been growing there. Still felt ghost movements—little flutters that weren't real. I still cried in the shower where Liam couldn't hear me.And Liam—Liam was trying.He made breakfast every morning, left it on the counter with a glass of orange juice and my prenatal vitamins even though there was no baby to take them for anymore. He worked from his study during the day, taking calls and video meetings while I sat in the living room pretending to read bo

~YVONNE'S POV~I woke up at 5 AM, too anxious to sleep.I was going back today.I lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling, my hand resting on my flat stomach out of habit. The emptiness still shocked me sometimes.Two weeks and my body had adjusted, but my mind kept forgetting. No more baby, no more future with Arthur, no more pretending, just revenge.At 5:30, I heard movement from Liam's room and the shower running. I should have stayed in bed. I should have given him privacy.Instead, I got up, pulled on a robe, and padded down the hallway toward the kitchen for coffee.Liam's door was slightly ajar.I paused.'Don't look. Just keep walking. This is a terrible idea.' But my feet stopped moving, and my eyes...traitor that they were...looked.Through the crack in the door, I could see into his bathroom, the glass shower was frosted but not unclear. I could see his silhouett—broad shoulders, narrow waist, the movement of his arms as he washed his hair.I should leave. I should d

~YVONNE'S POV~The conference room was already half-full when I arrived at 9:50 AM.The Sinclair merger meeting wasn't supposed to start until ten, but apparently everyone had decided to show up early. Or maybe they had just heard I was back and wanted a front-row seat to the spectacle.I walked in carrying my tablet and notepad, keeping my expression unconcerned even though I could feel every eye in the room turn toward me.The whispers started immediately."—that's her—""—can't believe she actually came back—""—heard she was in the hospital—"I made my way to my usual seat in the corner—the assistant's chair where I had sat through hundreds of these meetings, taking notes while Arthur held court.Sarah from Marketing was sitting three seats away. She looked at me, then quickly looked at her phone, her lips curving into a smirk. Across the table, Brad from Sales was whispering something to Michelle. They both glanced my way and laughed.My phone buzzed in my pocket.I pulled it o

~Yvonne POV~By 2 PM, everyone had been summoned to the main conference room.There was no explanation, just a mass email from Holly Sinclair: 'Conference Room A. 2:00 PM, mandatory attendance, no exceptions.' I walked in to find the room already packed, every chair filled. People standing along the walls, the energy was tense, crackling with whispers and assumption.I found a seat near the back, pulled out my phone, pretended to check emails while I listened."I still can't believe they lost the files," Sarah was saying to Brad two seats over. "Billion-dollar investment files just... gone.""That's what happens when you mishandle responsibility," Brad said, not bothering to lower his voice. "Holly's been so focused on her engagement and dating Arthur that she's getting sloppy with actual work.""Someone said Helen left them on her desk and they just disappeared," another voice chimed in. "Like, who does that with confidential documents?""Holly should have been supervising her assis

YVONNE'S POVThe east stairwell was chilly. The lights buzzed above. There were no cameras—I had checked months ago when Arthur wanted to fuck me between meetings, and I was worried about evidence.Now I was grateful for the blind spot.Helen followed me in, the door closing behind us with a deep click. I turned to face her, leaned against the fence, and waited.She was restless. Picking at her nails. Her eyes darting around the empty stairwell like she expected someone to appear. Her bottom lip caught between her teeth.I recognized all of it. The nervous energy. The fear. The desperation.I had worn that same expression for three years."Okay," Helen said finally. "Five minutes. Thank you for—for hearing me out.""You have four minutes left."She flinched. "Right. Okay. I just—Yvonne, I know this is awkward. I know we don't really know each other. But I think—I think we might have more in common than you realize."I said nothing. I just watched her."Holly treats me like shit," Hel