DIVORCED, BUT SPOILED BY MY FIVE BROTHERS
Janet and Rowan have been in a three-year contract marriage that's supposed to end soon. What
started as a convenient, emotionless arrangement has turned into a complicated mess,
especially now that Janet has realized she's fallen in love with him.
She thought this camping trip would be her chance to finally talk things out with Rowan, but
things fall apart when Flora, Rowan's fragile widow friend, shows up.
Watching Rowan constantly rush to Flora's side has been eating away at her. While Janet tries to
keep her cool, Flora plays the perfect damsel in distress, getting Rowan to take care of her every
need. It's obvious to Janet that Flora is pushing boundaries, but Rowan either doesn't see it or
refuses to admit it. Flora isn't just another woman-she's the one Rowan never quite let go of.
Then Janet overhears something even more shocking: Flora is pregnant. The timing, the
secrecy, everything points to one horrifying thought: could Rowan Be the father? Janet is torn
between her anger, heartbreak, and the need to know the truth. When she confronts Rowan, she
doesn't get the answers she expected. But the damage is done, and her already fragile
Marriage is absolutely beyond saving.
As Janet deals with the pain of feeling second best, she makes a call she's been avoiding for
years. There's someone from her past who's always been there for her.
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Chapter: chapter 180Janet's Point of ViewThe apartment was quiet after Rowan left.I stood near the window for a while and looked at nothing in particular. The street below. The movement of people going about their evening without any awareness of what was happening in this apartment or in hospital rooms or in government detention facilities or in any of the complicated invisible spaces where the lives of people like us were being pulled in too many directions at once.Who was coming after Rowan?I had turned the question over while he was still here. Had felt the shape of an answer forming in the back of my mind and had stopped it before it reached my mouth. Because I was not certain. And saying an uncertain thing out loud about something this serious could cause damage I wasn't prepared to be responsible for.I needed more than a feeling.I needed to think.But the more I thought, the more the answer I wasn't ready to say kept presenting itself in the same shape. The same face. The same careful, patie
Last Updated: 2026-05-07
Chapter: Chapter 179Janet's Point of ViewI lowered the phone slowly.The call had lasted less than four minutes. Four minutes to say what needed to be said. To ask the favor I had spent two days deciding whether to ask. To hear the confirmation I had needed.I exhaled.Long. Slow. The kind of breath that carries the weight of something you have been holding without fully realizing how heavy it was."Thank you," I had said. "I owe you this."And the call had ended.I sat with the phone in my lap and stared at the wall across the room and felt something settle in my chest that had not been settled in three days.He was out.Rowan was out.I had not allowed myself to feel the full weight of what it had meant to watch him on that television screen. Handcuffed. Being walked out of his own building while cameras recorded every step. I had managed it. Compressed it into something I could function alongside. Told myself it was concern for Grandma primarily. Told myself the tight feeling in my chest every time I
Last Updated: 2026-05-05
Chapter: Chapter 178Rowan's Point of ViewI heard the door before I saw it open.Different footsteps this time. Not the flat hard-soled authority of the guard. Something more measured. More deliberate. The walk of a man who had decided exactly how he wanted to enter a room before he entered it.The door opened.He was neatly dressed in a way that felt almost aggressive in the context of where we were. Dark suit. Crisp shirt. A briefcase held at his side with the ease of someone who carried it as a tool rather than an accessory. He was somewhere in his fifties. Silver at the temples. The kind of face that gave very little away and had probably been giving very little away for decades.He looked at me across the table.Then he set the briefcase down and pulled out the chair across from mine and sat."Mr. Thayer," he said. "My name is not important right now. What is important is that I am your legal representation and I am here to get you out of this room."I looked at him."I didn't hire a lawyer," I said
Last Updated: 2026-05-04
Chapter: Chapter 177Rowan's Point of ViewThe room was cold.Not the kind of cold that comes from poor heating. The deliberate kind. The kind that is maintained carefully because discomfort is a tool and someone in this building understood how to use it.The light above the metal table was dim and yellow. The kind of light that makes everything look slightly worse than it actually is. The walls were grey. The floor was grey. The table was metal and the chair beneath me was hard in a way that stopped being merely uncomfortable after the first hour and became something closer to punishment.I sat with my arms stretched out in front of me on the table.To my left were the two men who had walked me out of my own building. They had not introduced themselves. They had not needed to. They were the kind of men whose function was self-explanatory. They sat with their hands flat on the table and their eyes forward and their faces arranged into the particular blankness of people who had been told to be present and
Last Updated: 2026-04-29
Chapter: Chapter 176Janet's Point of ViewThe hospital room had its own kind of silence.Not the comfortable kind. Not the kind that rests. The kind that presses. The kind that sits on your chest and reminds you with every passing minute that something important and fragile is happening in this room and there is nothing you can do but wait and watch and stay.I had been waiting and watching and staying for three days.The chair beside Grandma's bed had become the shape of my body. I knew every crack in the ceiling above me. I knew the particular sound the monitor made when it cycled through its readings. I knew the shift change times of every nurse on this floor.I had not slept properly. I had barely eaten. Peter had brought food at some point yesterday and I had picked at it without tasting anything and set it aside.Grandma lay in the bed to my left.She looked smaller than she had ever looked. The woman who filled rooms with her presence, who gripped lapels and swung canes and threatened to disown gr
Last Updated: 2026-04-29
Chapter: chapter 175Edward's Point of ViewThe knock came at exactly the time I had scheduled it.I had learned over the years that punctuality was one of the first things that told you about a person. About how seriously they took what they were doing. About whether they understood that your time had value.Marcus was punctual. He always had been.He came in and closed the door behind him with the quiet efficiency of a man who had learned that certain conversations required that kind of care. He stood across from my desk. Dark suit. Straight back. The face of someone who had spent years doing difficult things and had made peace with all of them."Everything is moving as planned," he said.I looked at him."He should be behind bars within the next few days," Marcus continued. "The agents have what they need. The documentation we arranged has been placed correctly. The inquiry is accelerating."I leaned back in my chair slowly."Good," I said. "I want it fast. No delays. No procedural slowdowns." I held h
Last Updated: 2026-04-28
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