All Chapters of I Married The Wrong Brother: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The Vendor List Natalie's POV I sent Daniel a version of the vendor list that told him nothing he could use, and everything he was owed. Contact names. Contract terms. Production status, in broad strokes. Nothing about Halden Textiles beyond the fact that they existed, and nothing about the conversations already happening with V. Cole, because as far as our official records were concerned, there were none yet. His reply came within the hour. Received, thank you. I'll be in touch with individual vendors as needed. I didn't like the word individual. I liked it even less an hour after that, when my phone rang with a number I didn't recognize. "Natalie Reyes." "Ms. Reyes. This is Vanessa Cole, from Halden Textiles." Her voice was warm, easy, the kind of voice built for exactly this kind of call. "I hope it's all right that I reached out direc

Keeping Records Natalie's POV Maya showed up at my apartment on Sunday with a bottle of wine, a legal pad, and the particular energy of a woman who had decided to be useful whether I wanted her to be or not. "I'm not here as your friend tonight," she announced, setting everything down on my kitchen table. "I'm here as someone who spent three years doing discovery for litigation and has strong opinions about how bad your evidence file currently is." "It's not bad." "It's a folder full of screenshots with no chain of custody and half of them undated." She pulled out a chair and sat, already uncapping a pen. "Show me everything. Now. Before Noah wakes up and we have to pretend this is a normal Sunday." I laid it out on the table between us. The badge logs. The 2 a.m. contract edit. The anonymous note, still folded in the same shape I'd carried it in for weeks. V

Second Skin Stays Mine Natalie's POV I found it by accident, which was somehow worse than if I'd gone looking. I was cross-referencing the accessories timeline against our production calendar, trying to understand why Halden's exit clause had suddenly stopped mattering, why the mill was back online under the original terms as though nothing had ever threatened it. The ledger note was small, buried three fields deep in a reconciliation file I only had access to because Zoey had cc'd me on something else entirely. Exit fee, waived. Paid by: M. Whitmore. Personal account. I read it four times before the words stopped rearranging themselves. I sat very still at my desk for a long moment, feeling something cold and familiar settle over me, the particular chill of finding out, after the fact, that a decision about my own work had been made and finished without me anywher

Two Lines Natalie's POVI dragged myself out of bed. No matter how much I slept lately, it was never enough. I pulled on an oversized sweatshirt and walked to the bathroom with bleary eyes.It's being 2weeks since I asked Marcus for space. It made me so fucking irritated that I was still thinking about him weeks later. Even my subconscious betrayed me, filling my dreams with him that had me waking up hot and needy. My stomach cramped with urgent hunger that quickly turned to nausea. I gagged over the bathroom sink before I threw up bile. The water barely helped rinse the taste from my mouth.I rested my cheek on the cool countertop. “This is such a cliché,” I murmured to the empty room.The first time I’d thrown up in the morning, I’d chalked it up to stress from work and everything happening at the same time.The second time? Food poisoning.But this was the third morning in a row, and it was getti

What We Can't Say Yet Natalie's POV We spent the whole day at home, just the two of us, Noah at Eleanor's for a sleepover. We didn't have to ask twice. He was supposed to be at Daniel's but Eleanor insisted on spending time with him.But even in the quiet, I felt it sitting underneath everything, the thing we weren't saying out loud. "We should call Eleanor," I said, somewhere around two, watching Marcus clear plates he didn't need to do, just to have something to do with his hands. "Tell her." He went still at the sink. "About the baby." "About all of it." I wrapped my arms around myself, not quite looking at him. "She doesn't know how far along this is, Marcus. Not really. She thinks it's new. She doesn't know it's serious." "Do you want to tell her?" "I don't know." That was the truest answer I had. "I want to. And then I