LOGINRowan's Point of ViewThe door swung open.And Flora stood there, her face draining of all color the moment she saw us. Her eyes moved from my face to Janet’s. Then to the way I was leaning toward her. Then to the intimacy of the moment that had almost become a kiss.I watched the jealousy flash across her expression like lightning.“What is Janet doing here?” Flora asked, her voice sharp and accusatory. Her hands clenched at her sides. “Rowan, what the hell is going on? Janet, you need to leave. Now.”My jaw tightened. Every muscle in my body went rigid with irritation.“Janet isn’t going anywhere,” I said, my voice cutting through the room like ice. “I invited her here. And you’re welcome to say whatever you came to say. Or you can leave.”The words came out harder than I intended. But I meant every single one of them.Flora’s face flushed with anger. Her eyes filled with tears that I knew were calculated—carefully placed, designed to manipulate.“I know you’re still angry with me,”
Rowan's Point of ViewJanet had left the house again. I watched her car disappear down the street, her movements hurried, her expression focused on something I wasn't part of. The pattern had become clear over the past few days. She would leave, come back exhausted, refuse to answer my questions, and hide things from me.I couldn't take it anymore.The moment she was gone, I moved toward her room. My hands felt heavy as I pushed open her bedroom door. I wasn't proud of what I was doing—sneaking through her things like some kind of jealous fool—but the desperation had become unbearable. I needed answers.The room smelled like her. Like the lavender soap she used. Like the perfume she had worn since I first met her. It made my chest ache in a way I couldn't explain.I searched through her drawers carefully, trying not to disturb anything, trying to hide the evidence of my intrusion. But I found nothing. No letters. No photographs. No obvious secrets.Then I saw the desk.There were bott
Edward's Point of ViewThe moment I heard Mr. Greene's tone—the way he had spoken to Janet, the disrespect in his voice, the way he looked at her as if she were nothing—something inside me ignited. Fire. Rage. A protective fury that I hadn't felt in years.I had left my office specifically to check on the new patients, to see how Janet was integrating into the team. And what I found was Mr. Greene, the medical director, speaking to her like she was an incompetent fool. Like her suggestions didn't matter. Like her intelligence was something to be dismissed.My hands clenched into fists at my sides."Do you have a problem with my decisions?" I asked, my voice dropping to something quiet and dangerous—the kind of quiet that made people understand they were about to face serious consequences.Mr. Greene's face went pale. He straightened immediately, his posture shifting from arrogant to submissive in seconds."No, sir. I—I didn't realize she meant so much to you," he stammered, his words
Janet's Point of ViewI was coming down the hallway toward the kitchen when I heard the shower running. The bathroom door was slightly ajar, steam escaping in soft clouds. And then I saw him—Rowan. Completely naked. Water cascaded down his body in rivulets that caught the light streaming through the window.My feet stopped moving.My breath caught somewhere in my chest.I couldn't look away. His shoulders were broad, the muscles defined in a way that suggested he had been working out. His back was a landscape of strength and control. And when he turned slightly, I caught a glimpse of his chest, his abs—the physical perfection that had always been part of what drew me to him in the first place.My mouth felt dry.I swallowed hard, trying to control the heat spreading through my body, trying to push down the feelings rising inside me despite my best efforts. This was Rowan. This was the man who had broken my heart. This was the man who had made me feel invisible. And yet—"Stop staring.
Janet's Point of ViewThe elevator doors swung open, and I stepped out onto the hospital floor, my appointment confirmation in my hand. My heart was already racing slightly—pregnancy checkups always made me nervous. They made me worry about whether everything was okay, whether the baby was healthy, and whether I was doing enough to protect this life growing inside me.That was when my phone buzzed.I dug through my bag, my fingers fumbling slightly as I searched for it. The sound was urgent, demanding. I found it and moved to a corner near the waiting area, perching on the edge of a chair as I answered."Hello?""Janet, it's me." My mother's voice came through, clear and warm. "I'm calling about those herbs. For my routine medication. Did you remember to pick them up? The doctor said they're important.""Yes, Mama," I said, my voice softening automatically at the sound of her. "I have them at home. I'll prepare them for you tonight. Don't worry.""Good, good," she said. "You're taking
Rowan’s Point of ViewSomething was wrong. I could feel it—that sense that creeps up your spine when you know something is off, but you can't quite put your finger on what it is. Janet's movements had become unpredictable. She would leave the house at odd hours and come back with a flushed face and tired eyes. She made excuses that didn't quite add up. She avoided my questions with a skill that suggested she had been practicing.Two days ago, I had seen her heading toward a hospital building. My mind had spiraled with possibilities—was she sick? Was something wrong with her health? But before I could follow her inside, Alex had called with some emergency at the office that couldn't wait. By the time I returned to follow up, she was already gone.And now she was doing it again.The front door opened, and Janet walked in, her hair slightly damp, like she had been out in the rain. Her shoulders were tense. Her jaw was clenched. She looked exhausted in a way that went beyond physical tire
Janet's Point of View I couldn't help but laugh. It came out suddenly, surprising even me. I quickly reached over and put my hand on Peter's arm to stop him from driving any further. "Peter, stop," I said, laughing harder. "Stop. You can't do this." Peter was furious. His whole face was red wi
Rowan's Point of View The words left my mouth even before I could hold them back. But even as they came out, I didn't blame myself much. I had been working my ass off this entire week. Every single day. Just to make Janet happy. Just to give her something beautiful. Something to show her that I ca
Rowan's Point of View I returned home disheveled and furious. My clothes were still wet from the rain. My hair was plastered to my head. My hands were still bleeding from the splinters and broken glass in that destroyed room. I walked through the empty house and sat down on the floor in the livi
Janet's Point of View The tension in the car was really high. Peter and I, didn't speak. Peter kept driving with his hands tight on the steering wheel. I could see how angry he was. His jaw was clenched. His eyes were focused hard on the road ahead. I couldn't hold on to why he was so angry. But







