All Chapters of DIVORCED, BUT SPOILED BY MY FIVE BROTHERS : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Janet's Point of ViewThe day we brought my mother home felt like the beginning of something. A return to normalcy. A chance to rebuild what had been broken. Over the past weeks at Doctor Dott's compound, her transformation had been remarkable. The pallor had faded from her skin, replaced by a faint flush of color that spoke of life returning. Her breathing had become steady and even, no longer the labored struggle it once was. Her eyes held clarity most of the time now, though occasional moments of confusion still flickered through like clouds passing over the sun. She could sit up without assistance. She could walk short distances with support. She could smile and mean it—not the weak, pained expression of someone barely clinging to existence.When Dickson pulled up to the gates of the new house my brothers had purchased on Park Avenue, I felt something loosen in my chest. My brothers had been thoughtful about the location. Park Avenue was where our mother had been before the coma.

Janet’s Point of View My mother looked better. So much better that it almost didn’t feel real. Color had returned to her cheeks, soft and warm instead of pale and lifeless. Strength had come back to her limbs little by little. Even the smallest things—the way she held her fork, the way she lifted her glass—spoke of someone who was truly recovering, not just barely holding on.For the first time in a long while, it felt like we were getting a piece of her back.We sat at the dining table that afternoon, sunlight pouring through the windows and spreading across the room in soft golden patches. It touched our plates, our hands, even her face, making everything feel calm. Peaceful. Almost normal.The food was simple—fresh vegetables, grilled chicken, and rice my mother had asked for because it reminded her of something from her past. She ate slowly, but with interest, like someone learning how to enjoy things again.For a moment, I let myself believe things were going to be okay.But pea

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 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

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