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

Chapter 122 Janet's Point of View My eyes found the flowers first. A bouquet of bucares, deep and vivid, the kind of orange red that stops you before your mind catches up with your eyes. My mother had loved those flowers her whole life. She had kept them in the restaurant, arranged in the wide vases near the entrance where the light caught them best. She had kept them at home too, on the kitchen windowsill, on the table near her reading chair. They had been part of every space she made her own for as long as I could remember. I stood there looking at those flowers in Rowan's hand, and for one unguarded second, I forgot to be angry. Then I remembered everything else. The thought dissolved before it could fully form, and the anger came back in, fast and clean, flooding the space where the softness had almost been. I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but before any sound came out of me, the air in the lobby shifted. Peter came from behind me like a current. I did not see

Chapter 124 Janet's Point of View I turned and walked back into the ward and the first thing I saw was Peter sitting on the edge of the bed with Kyle crouched in front of him wrapping his knuckles with the calm efficiency of someone who had done this kind of thing before. Jasper was standing near the window with his arms folded and Dickson was leaning against the wall beside him, both of them wearing the particular expression that brothers wear when they are trying not to say everything they are thinking at the same time. I crossed the room and stopped in front of Peter. "Are you okay?" I asked. "Are you hurt?" He looked up at me and something moved through my chest before he even answered. His knuckle was split and his jaw was still carrying the tension of everything that had happened in the lobby and he was sitting here in a hospital at this hour of the night because of me. All of them were. They had stayed through every single hour of this day without complaint, without making

Chapter 126 Flora's Point of View The past few weeks had not been kind to me. I sat in the passenger seat of Caroline's car and watched the city move past the window and let that truth settle over me the way it had been settling every morning when I woke up and every night when I tried to sleep. Not kind at all. The two people who mattered most to me in the world had both been making my life difficult in their own particular ways and the combination of it had been sitting on my chest like something with weight that refused to shift no matter how many times I repositioned myself beneath it. Rowan first. The way he looked at me in that living room still lived in my body like a bruise I kept accidentally pressing. Not anger. Not even irritation. Just that flat, cold absence of anything that might have resembled the feeling I had been building an entire future around in my head. I had been standing in that dress, Janet's dress, and I had felt beautiful and I had felt ready and I had l

Chapter 128 Flora's point of view My feet moved before my mind gave them permission. I crossed the corridor fast and reached him before either of them had fully registered my presence. "Kyle." I threw my arms around him with the full force of everything I had been carrying for the past several weeks. The relief of seeing him in person, actually in person after all those unanswered calls, made the embrace harder than I planned. He went stiff immediately. "Flora." His voice was careful in the way it got when I had done something that required managing. His hands came to my arms, and he stepped back, creating distance that felt pointed. "We are in a hospital," he said. "Please." I pulled myself back and smoothed my expression. I was aware of Janet somewhere slightly behind me, and I did not look at her. I kept my eyes on Kyle and arranged my face into the version of myself that he responded to best. "I cannot believe you are here," I said, keeping my voice light. "I have been tryi

Chapter 130 Janet's point of view The word came out fragile, A little uncertain. Like a voice that had been away from itself for a while and was not entirely sure of its own volume yet. I turned so fast I nearly knocked the chair behind me. My mother was sitting up. Not fully. She was propped against the pillows with one hand on the bed beside her and her eyes open, and she was looking at me with that expression she had been giving me my entire life, the one that said she had found me and everything was going to be alright now that she had. "Janet," she said again, and this time it was stronger. I crossed the room in three steps and my arms went around her before I had made any decision to move and she held me back with both arms and the familiar smell of her, underneath the clinical smell of the hospital, was enough to break every carefully maintained thing inside me completely open. I cried in a way I had not cried in years. Not the quiet kind. The real kind, the kind that c