MasukEdward'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 ViewI opened the front door and stopped dead.Rowan stood in the middle of the living room wearing an apron. An actual apron—white with blue stripes. It looked ridiculous on him, comical even, but the smell coming from the kitchen made my stomach twist in a way that had nothing to do with amusement. The aroma of herbs, garlic, and something roasting filled the entire house. My mother was sitting at the dining table, her eyes bright with something I hadn't seen in days—genuine happiness."Janet!" my mother called out, her voice lifting. "Come sit. Rowan made dinner. Come and eat with us."I wanted to say no. Every part of me wanted to make an excuse, to retreat to my room, to avoid this. But the hope in her voice, the way her eyes were shining, made the refusal die in my throat."Okay," I said quietly, setting down my bag. "I'll sit."Rowan appeared from the kitchen, wiping his hands on the ridiculous apron, his expression cautious but hopeful. He had spent hours prep
Janet's Point of ViewThe shower was hot. Too hot. It scalded my skin, turning it red, but I didn’t step back. I let the water burn away something inside me that I couldn’t name. My hands pressed against the cool tile wall, my head bowed under the spray, my shoulders tense enough to ache. I stayed there longer than I needed to, letting the water pound against the back of my neck, trying to wash away the image of Rowan sleeping in that guest room. Trying to forget the way my hands had moved as I undressed him. Trying to forget how natural it had felt—how wrong that naturalness was.When I finally stepped out, my skin was wrinkled and my hair was damp and heavy. I dried myself with jerky, aggressive movements, my jaw clenched so hard I could feel it in my temples. The formal dress I had chosen the night before hung on the back of my closet door—navy blue, professional, the kind of outfit that said I meant business. I pulled it on with more force than necessary, the fabric sliding agains
The room went quiet. I could see guilt and pain flash across all their faces. Jasper put down his fork and turned to me. "First, I already told you our parents are traveling. And you were separated from the family not because you're a girl. We would never and will never abandon you." He took a sip
Janet's Point of View I watched Rowan as he sit beside me looking so perfect, like the good husband every woman would want. But what exactly was he trying to pull here? I saw him clear his throat, preparing to tell his lie. "It wasn't a big deal," he said to Grandma, his voice smooth. "I skipped
Rowan's Point of View I couldn't take my eyes off Janet. The woman sitting on that couch didn’t look like the Janet I used to know. Or maybe she never was that woman to begin with. Maybe I was the fool who believed the image I built for her. The lazy, good-for-nothing girl my family plucked fro
Janet's Point of View I was shocked to hear that Grandma was sick—and even more shocked that I was just hearing about it now. All this time Rowan had been trying to get me to attend her birthday party. Was this the reason? And he never once mentioned it? “Grandma is sick and you're just telling







