DIVORCED, BUT SPOILED BY MY FIVE BROTHERS のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

Janet's Point of ViewThe patient ward was buzzing with activity when I arrived that morning. I moved between beds with practiced efficiency, my mind already working through the cases before me. There was a woman in bed three who presented with what looked like depression masked as physical illness—her body was failing because her mind had given up. I recommended a combination of antidepressants and psychological counseling. Her medication needed adjustment. Her routine needed structure."Increase the dosage here," I said to the nurse, pointing at the chart. "But watch for side effects. This patient is sensitive to medications. Start slow."I moved to the next patient. An elderly man with chronic pain that no amount of physical therapy could touch. His pain was rooted in trauma. In loss. In the death of his wife three years ago."The physical pain is a symptom," I explained to the attending doctor, my voice steady and certain. "He needs someone to help him process his grief. The pain

Janet's Point of ViewI stared at Rowan, my mind scrambling to understand what he meant. He thought I was pregnant. The doctor had told him. Which meant he knew about the baby. My chest tightened so hard I thought I might stop breathing."What secret?" I asked, my voice sounding small and confused even though I understood perfectly what he was talking about.Rowan's face flushed with anger. His hands clenched into fists at his sides. I could see the muscle in his jaw working as he fought to control himself."Why are you playing dumb with me?" he demanded, his voice rising. "Why are you trying to act like you don't know what I'm talking about?""I don't—" I started, but he cut me off."Cut the crap, Janet," he said, his voice sharp as broken glass. "Enough of the bullshit. Just tell me the truth. Why didn't you keep shutting me out every fucking time?"My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. My hands were shaking. I opened my mouth to respond, to try to explain, to

Janet's Point of ViewMy mother was sitting at the dining table when I came downstairs that morning, her expression thoughtful in a way that immediately made me suspicious. She had that look—the one that suggested she had been thinking about something important and was preparing to share it."Janet, come sit," she said, gesturing to the chair across from her.I sat down slowly, my body tense, already bracing myself for whatever was coming."That man who came by," she said carefully, her eyes searching mine. "Edward. The way he looked at you. The way he spoke to you. He's in love with you, isn't he?"Heat flooded my face. My hands clenched involuntarily around the edge of the table."He's just a work colleague," I said quickly, my voice coming out sharper than I intended. "Nothing more. He came by because of work business. That's all."But even as the words left my mouth, I knew they weren't entirely true. And I could see in my mother's expression that she knew it too.That's when I h

Edward's Point of ViewMr. Greene sat across from me in my office, his expression carefully neutral, like he was preparing for a business negotiation rather than a confrontation about assault."What's going on?" I asked, my voice steady but carrying an edge that suggested I already knew the answer. I was giving him a chance to tell the truth. One chance."I'm not sure what you mean," he said, his voice smooth and practiced. He was playing games. Trying to deflect. Trying to convince me that nothing had happened.I leaned forward slightly, my hands pressed flat against my desk."Did you lay hands on Janet?" I asked, the question direct and impossible to misinterpret."No," he said immediately, his eyes not wavering from mine. But I could see the slight tension in his jaw. The way his fingers curled slightly around the armrest of the chair."Then how did she get a bruised arm?" I asked, my voice dropping lower, colder. "How did those marks appear on her skin?""I have no idea," he said

Janet's Point of ViewI arrived at the building that morning, my mind already focused on the patients waiting for me. The work. The cases that needed my psychological insight and care. I had no idea that someone had been following me. Had no idea that my movements were being tracked. That my secrets were being uncovered.I took the elevator up to Edward's office, my body already shifting into work mode. My mind already preparing for the day ahead.When I opened the door to his office, Edward was on the phone. His voice was sharp. Tense. The kind of tone that suggested he was involved in a conversation that was far from pleasant."I don't care what he threatens," Edward was saying, his words clipped and controlled. "You handle it. You handle it quietly and completely. I don't want any loose ends."He turned and saw me. Immediately, something shifted in his expression. He finished the conversation quickly."I'll call you back," he said, and ended the call."What's going on?" I asked, cl