LOGINRowan’s Point of View The silence stretched like a rubber band pulled to its breaking point. Then—"Turn around." I did. Slowly. Carefully. Every movement is deliberate and non-threatening. When I faced him, recognition hit instantly. The old man. The same one who had walked into the house with Janet days ago. His eyes were sharp, assessing, the gun still steady in his hand despite the lowering of his posture. "You are Janet's husband?" he asked, his tone shifting slightly, becoming less certain but no less dangerous. "Yes." The word felt heavier than it should have. Heavier because it wasn't fully true anymore. "I saw her here," I added. "I came to check on her. Make sure she was okay." His gaze narrowed, studying me like I was a puzzle he was trying to solve. "And you never knew your in-law was sick?" he asked, his voice cutting through every excuse I might have offered.For a fraction of a second, I hesitated. The truth was there, waiting to be said. I didn't know. I hadn't asked.
Rowan's Point of ViewI had been sitting in my car for longer than I could measure, the engine long turned off, the silence around me stretching thin and heavy like something alive. From where I was parked, partially hidden by a cluster of trees, I had a clear view of the compound. And of her, Janet. I watched as she stepped out of the car earlier, surrounded by Peter, Dickson, and an older man I didn't recognize. They moved like a unit—close, protective, effortless in their familiarity.Dickson's body angled subtly toward her, his presence shielding without being obvious. Peter stayed close on her other side, watchful. They didn't just care about her. They protected her. The realization sat heavily in my chest, tightening with every passing second until it became hard to breathe.My fingers curled slowly around the steering wheel, the leather creaking softly under the pressure. I should have been the one standing beside her like that. I should have been the one she leaned on. But I
Janet’s Point of ViewAs my mother’s condition worsened with each passing day, hope became something fragile—something that slipped through my fingers no matter how tightly I tried to hold on to it. It no longer felt steady or dependable. It felt like glass—thin, breakable, ready to shatter at the slightest touch.Professor Collins’s friend was no longer just an option.He was my only chance.When I brought the idea to my brothers, they didn’t hesitate—not even for a second. There were no questions, no doubts, no attempts to soften the reality of what we were facing. Just action. Immediate and decisive.Dickson and Peter moved quickly, pulling every connection they had, chasing down leads that seemed to vanish as soon as they appeared. It wasn’t easy. The trail was cold, scattered, almost as if the man didn’t want to be found.But my brothers didn’t stop.They never did.By the time they finally found an address, something unfamiliar stirred in my chest—something I hadn’t allowed myse
Janet’s Point of View I walked into a small restaurant nearby and sat at a table in the corner.The smell of food filled the air, but when the meal arrived, it tasted like nothing.I pushed the plate around absentmindedly.“Janet?”I looked up.Professor Collins stood beside the table, surprise written across his face.“I haven’t seen you in class,” he said gently. “Are you alright?”The question was simple.But the kindness in his voice caught me off guard.For a moment I just stared at him, unable to answer. My throat tightened, and I suddenly became aware of how exhausted I felt—how heavy my limbs were after hours of sitting beside my mother’s hospital bed, listening to the steady rhythm of machines keeping her alive.I hadn’t slept properly in days.Had barely eaten since the hospital called.I looked down at my hands resting in my lap. They were trembling slightly.“I…” My voice faltered.Professor Collins waited quietly, giving me time.Something about that patience made the fr
Chapter 113Janet’s Point of ViewThree days had passed since I arrived at the hospital, and in all that time I hadn’t left the building.The hours had blurred together into something shapeless and exhausting—long stretches of silence broken only by the quiet hum of machines and the occasional footsteps of nurses moving through the hallway.I sat beside my mother’s bed, my fingers loosely wrapped around her hand.The heart monitor beside her beeped steadily, a slow mechanical rhythm echoing through the room like a fragile promise that she was still here.The sterile smell of disinfectant hung in the air. The fluorescent lights above never dimmed, making it impossible to tell when day ended and night began.My reflection in the dark screen of the monitor startled me.I barely recognized the woman staring back.My face looked thinner. Pale. My eyes were ringed with deep shadows that sleep alone wouldn’t fix.My body felt hollow with exhaustion.Maybe it was the pregnancy.Or maybe it wa
Flora’s Point of ViewI left the café without waiting for Claire or Tiffany to follow.The door swung shut behind me, cutting off the noise of their voices, but the silence outside didn’t make things better. My chest felt tight, like something inside me was slowly closing in.I walked without thinking, my heels striking the pavement harder than necessary. The city moved around me as if nothing had changed—cars passing, people laughing, lights glowing in restaurant windows—but it all felt distant.My thoughts kept circling the same terrifying truth.The baby.And how close everything was to collapsing.By the time I reached my apartment building, my legs felt weak. I barely remembered the elevator ride up. The quiet hallway outside my door seemed too still, too empty.Inside the apartment, the silence pressed in immediately.I walked straight to the bathroom and locked the door behind me.For a long moment, I just stood there staring at my reflection.The woman in the mirror didn’t loo
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
Janet's Point of ViewTracy drove fast as we left the hospital parking lot. Once we were on the main road, she glanced at me with worried eyes."What the hell happened there?" she asked, her voice soft with concern.I leaned my head against the window, watching the buildings blur past. The cool gla
JANET’S POINT OF VIEWThe blonde woman in front of me was smiling warmly, her blue eyes shining with kindness. She was beautiful, her features soft but confident, and her clothes were elegant, fitting her like they were made just for her.What surprised me the most wasn’t her appearance—it was the
I sat down, placing his file on the small table between us. "I know you probably don't want to talk. That's okay. We can just sit here." I looked out the window where he was staring. There wasn't much to see—just the parking lot and some trees beyond it. But I sat with him, quiet, watching the leav







