LOGINJanet's Point of ViewI walked into the clinic that morning, and I could feel it immediately.The stares.Eyes turning toward me like I was some kind of spectacle. Whispers that stopped the moment I glanced up. The kind of atmosphere that suggested everyone had already made up their minds about me.I kept my head down and moved directly toward my office. I wasn't going to acknowledge them. Wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of seeing that their judgment bothered me.My teenage patient was scheduled for today. The girl I had been working with. The one who had tried to take her own life. We had been building rapport. Making real progress.I sat at my desk and waited.An hour passed.Then another.My appointment time came and went, and my patient didn't arrive.Confusion mixed with concern flooded through me.I picked up the phone and called reception."Is my patient here?" I asked. "The teenage girl scheduled for ten o'clock?""Yes," the receptionist said. "She arrived about an
Rowan's Point of ViewI was in the middle of reviewing contracts when my secretary knocked on the door."Your mother is here to see you," she said apologetically, like she understood this was an intrusion.I set down my pen slowly. My jaw clenched."Send her in," I said, trying to keep the irritation out of my voice.My mother appeared in the doorway, her expression filled with concern that felt suffocating even from a distance. She moved toward me like I was fragile. Like I might break at any moment."What's going on?" she asked, sitting down across from my desk without waiting for an invitation. "You look terrible. Are you eating? Are you sleeping?"I felt something twist inside me. Irritation mixed with exhaustion."I'm fine," I said flatly. "There's no need for you to come check on me at work. I'm not a baby anymore, Mother.""You'll always be my baby," she said, her voice carrying that weight that mothers have when they're certain they know what's best for their children.She lea
Janet's Point of ViewThe therapy session had been emotionally exhausting. A patient with deep-seated trauma. Years of pain that needed careful unpacking. I had given everything I had to that hour, and now I was running on empty.I sat at my desk in the mini psychiatric clinic, staring at my phone.My hands were shaking slightly as I picked it up.I didn't want to do this. Didn't want to call him. Didn't want to beg him to come back. But for my mother's sake. For her recovery. For her fragile heart.I had to.I dialed his number slowly, deliberately, each digit feeling like a small surrender.It rang once. Twice. Three times.Then voicemail."Rowan, it's me," I said, my voice steady despite the trembling in my chest. "I need you to call me back. Please. It's important. It's about my mother. She's... she needs you to come home."I ended the call and set the phone down on my desk.That's when the door opened.Edward stepped through, and immediately I could feel the shift in the room. Th
Janet's Point of ViewRowan's mother stood in the doorway of his apartment, her face stern and unforgiving. Her arms were crossed over her chest like she was building a wall between us."What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice sharp and cutting. "You and my son are no longer together. This is not your place."I opened my mouth to respond. Closed it. Opened it again."I was just trying to find him," I said finally, my voice small and uncertain. "I was worried. He hasn't been home and—""You're a bad fit for him," she said, cutting me off before I could finish. "You've always been a bad fit. And I don't want you setting foot in this apartment ever again. Do you understand me? Never again."I stood there, feeling the weight of her rejection like a physical blow.But something inside me snapped. Some small part of me that was tired of being blamed for everything. Tired of being treated like I was the problem."Maybe you should learn to know what's actually best for your son," I sai
Janet's Point of ViewMy mother had been asking about Rowan all morning."Where is he?" she kept saying, her voice carrying worry and concern. "Janet, where has your husband gone? A wife should know where her husband is."I shrugged, my shoulders tense despite my effort to appear unconcerned."I don't know," I said simply. "He didn't tell me."But the truth was, I hadn't been paying attention to his movements. Hadn't been tracking his whereabouts. Hadn't cared enough to ask.Yet something in my mother's worry made me uncomfortable. Made me feel like I should at least check.So I went to the visitor's room. The room where Rowan had been staying. The room that was supposed to be his space in our home.The bed was untouched. The pillows were still perfectly arranged. The sheets were unwrinkled. The room hadn't been slept in for days.My heart did something strange. A flutter of concern mixed with confusion.Where was he?I pulled out my phone and dialed his number. My fingers trembled sl
Flora's Point of ViewI stood outside Rowan's apartment door, my hand raised to knock. My heart was racing. My palms were sweating. I could feel the weight of what I was about to do pressing down on me like a physical thing.I knocked.When he opened the door, the first thing I noticed was his face. The anger etched into every line. The darkness in his eyes. The way his entire body carried the weight of whatever was destroying him from the inside out."Rowan," I said, my voice carrying a mock sympathy that I couldn't quite hide. "What's wrong? You look absolutely terrible."He didn't respond. Didn't invite me in. Didn't acknowledge my presence with anything more than a cold stare."Is it Janet?" I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm and false concern. "Is your precious ex-wife giving you a hard time? Is she making your life difficult?"I could see the way my words landed. Could see the way his jaw clenched at the mention of her name."You know what?" I continued, stepping closer to
Janet’s Point of ViewI hung up the call and sat up on the bed, my fingers tight around the phone. My chest felt heavy, my heart tightened more. Rowan really thought low of me.He still believed the only thing I ever cared about was him. His shirt. His tie. What he wore. How he looked.I laughed so
ROWAN’S POINT OF VIEW Martha’s hands twisting nervously in front of her. She looked uneasy, her head lowered. “Sir,” she said softly. “Mrs. Janet… she hung up on me. She refused to come,” Martha continued, her voice barely above a whisper. I barely spared her a glance. As if I hadn’t heard it mys
Janet’s Pov“What the hell is happening here?”Rowan’s voice cut through the air like a blade. It was sharp, cold, and filled with something unreadable. My heart clenched, but I refused to look weak.“So, you’re back, huh? Finally taking a break from playing knight in shining armor for your best fr
Janet’s PovI gripped my bag tightly as I walked out of Rowan’s penthouse, my heart hammering against my chest. My Ankle was still paining me, but my heart hurt more , but I didn’t stop. The cold night air hit my skin, but it did nothing to cool the fire burning inside me.I raised a trembling hand







