Janet's Point of View It had been two days since I forgot my prenatal folic acid pills at Rowan's room, and yet no reaction from him. The past two days hadn't been easy for me because I had never been able to relax. Every time my phone rang, my heart would jump, thinking it was him calling to confront me. But since it was two days already and I hadn't gotten any reaction from him, I thought maybe Rowan didn't see the bottle. Maybe he was too distracted by Flora's call to notice anything else in the room. I knew very well that Rowan would force me to abort the baby if he found out. And Flora was probably already planning her own pregnancy with him. Wasn't Rowan preparing to give her my place once our divorce was finalized? My heart ached with the bitter truth. I had already accepted that I was going to step aside for Flora and Rowan once the divorce was done. While they built their new life together, I would prepare for my journey as a new mother very soon. I wanted to give my chil
Rowan's Point of View I reached the front door and stepped down from my car. I had left early this morning to attend Flora, but my mind wasn't really there. All I could think about was Janet and what happened last night. When I walked into the sitting room, my mother was waiting for me like a spider in her web. "Good morning, Mother," I said, not stopping to chat. I wasn't ready to deal with her complaints today. "Rowan, we need to talk about that wife of yours," she started, her voice sharp and disapproving. "I saw her yesterday at the hospital, and I think she's up to something..." Her words became background noise as I walked past her toward my room. I didn't have the energy to listen to her endless complaints about Janet. Not today. I banged the door closed behind me and looked around the empty room. Janet was already gone, and somehow that made my chest feel tight and empty. I sank onto the edge of the bed where we had slept together last night—really slept together for the
Janet's Point of ViewI was deep in sleep when I felt someone clinging to me. I tried to kick Rowan's hand off me but it held me very strong. I jolted awake, my heart racing as I reached for the lamp on the table near our bed. The soft light flooded the room, and what I saw made my blood run cold.Rowan was sweating heavily, his body thrashing beside me like he was fighting an invisible enemy. His face was twisted in pain and fear, completely different from the cold, controlled man I knew."No… not again," he muttered, his voice trembling. "Don’t leave me… please, don’t leave me. I can’t lose another one… not again.”My breath caught in my throat.I recognized the signs immediately. PTSD. How had I not seen this before?My heart pounded as I quickly moved closer to him. I helped him lose his night wear a bit as all my training kicked in, pushing away my shock and confusion."Rowan," I said softly, placing my hands on his shoulders. "Rowan, you're safe. You're not there anymore."He wa
Janet's Point of View When I entered the room, I found it beautifully arranged. The bed was made with crisp white linens and soft pillows that looked like clouds. Fresh flowers sat on the nightstand, filling the air with a sweet scent.What caught my attention most were the framed wedding portraits Grandma had placed around the room. There were three of them—I knew Rowan had one at his home, Grandma kept one in her room, and this must be another copy. In the photos, we looked so happy, so in love. It felt like looking at strangers.I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled my phone from my bag. I had several missed calls from my brothers and Tracy.I quickly texted Tracy: "Won't be coming home tonight. Staying at a friend's house."Her reply came almost immediately: "Okay, stay safe! See you tomorrow."I set my phone aside and reached for my earrings, trying to unzip my dress at the same time. The zipper was stuck, and I was struggling with it when I felt hands helping me.I looked up
Janet's Point of ViewI rushed down to Grandma's place, my heart pounding with worry from Rowan's urgent phone call. But when I arrived, I found her sitting comfortably in her favorite chair, smiling at something on her phone and casually eating an apple.Did Rowan actually use Grandma's health to play me again? The thought hit me like a cold slap as I walked toward her."Grandma!" I called out, forcing warmth into my voice despite the anger simmering beneath my skin.Her face lit up when she saw me. "Janet, my dear! Oh, how wonderful!" She set down her phone and reached for my hands. "I can't tell you how happy I am that you're here.""How are you feeling?" I asked, searching her face for any signs of illness. She looked perfectly fine—healthy, alert, even glowing."Much better now that you're here," she beamed, then turned to call one of the servants. "Maria! Please bring Janet some fresh fruit. The mangoes are particularly sweet today."I smiled and settled into the chair beside he
Rowan's Point of ViewI massaged my forehead as I went through the campaign report Alex had left on my desk. It had been a long day at work, and I was already getting exhausted. Checking those file reports wasn't too easy, though I have been off office for some days now.Just as I was finishing up, my phone rang.Looking at the screen, I saw it was Claire, my cousin. I hesitated to pick up the call. I never knew what drama she was about to raise now."What is it?" I demanded as I answered."Brother Rowan, you can't believe what I saw just now!" Claire's voice came through, full of grief and worry. She sounds like someone has snatched her snacks or something she cherished much."Claire, I already had a busy day at work today. I don't have time for your drama.""No, brother, I'm not causing any trouble here. This is about Janet. You need to see how she was flirting with a man just now!""A man?" I replied, totally shocked. How could Janet be flirting with a man in public? Has she forgott