All Chapters of DIVORCED, BUT SPOILED BY MY FIVE BROTHERS : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Chapter 142 Rowan's Point of View The rain started before I reached Park Avenue. It came down hard and sudden, the kind that arrives without warning and turns the windscreen into a moving sheet of water faster than the wipers can manage. I slowed the car and let the sound of it fill the space around me. Heavy drops against the roof. The hiss of tires on wet asphalt. The city lights smear into long streaks through the glass. My mother was in my house. I turned that fact over slowly as I drove. She had been sitting in my living room for over an hour with the lights off and no idea where I was. That alone was not unusual. My mother had a key and a habit of using it. But the way she had said what happened on the phone had carried something underneath it, something searching, something that made the back of my neck tighten. Did she know about Janet. The apartment was across the city. The arrangement was barely a week old. Alex knew and Agatha knew, and the house attendant I had hired

Chapter 144 Jasper's Point of View I watched her walk out of the sitting room with her bag over her shoulder, and something inside my chest simply gave way. Not loudly. Not in a way anyone else in the room would have noticed. Just a quiet collapse somewhere behind my ribs, the kind that happens when you realise you have made a decision that can not be unmade and the wrongness of it is arriving all at once. She was going back. To him. To that house. To the man I had personally sworn in a room not far from this one that I would deal with if he ever came near her again. I had made that promise with my hands flat on the table and my voice completely steady, and I had meant every word of it. And now I had stood in the doorway and hugged her and told her I understood and let her walk through the gate toward a car that had been waiting for exactly this. What kind of brother does that. I pressed my palm flat against the back of the sofa and held it there. The fabric was cool under my ha

Chapter 146 Jasper's point of view I felt it in my own throat, the weight of what she had just said, the thing underneath it that she had not said. She was not afraid of Rowan hurting her. She was afraid of him holding on. Nobody spoke for a moment. Then Kyle stepped forward from where he had been standing near the doorway with his hands in his pockets and his expression carrying the particular focus he wore when he had already been thinking three steps ahead of the room. "I have an idea," he said. We all turned to him. "Instead of keeping your mother in Park Avenue," Kyle said, looking at Janet, "why don't we move her to Europe? There is a rehabilitation center in Switzerland. I know the director personally. The facility is exceptional, and the environment is exactly what she needs for a full recovery." He paused. "It would also mean you do not have to spend a single night under that man's roof pretending to be something you are not." The room shifted. I felt it move through

Chapter 148 Janet's Point of View Tracy shrugged, an easy movement. "They are retired. They moved to South Africa about five years ago. Cape Town. They wanted the sea." She smiled. "Those two. Even in their eighties, they act like teenagers. They hold hands at the market. My father still writes her notes and leaves them under her coffee cup." She paused, and something moved across her face that was more complicated than the smile suggested. "I was the only child, and honestly, they never paid much attention to me. Not in a cruel way. They just only ever really saw each other. It was like living with two people who were always on a date." She turned the wheel gently. "My grandmother raised me, mostly. She passed away a few years ago. She was the one who taught me how to make the sauce. Williams pretends he does not love." "I am sorry," I said. "Do not be," Tracy said. "I had her. And now I have all of you. That is more than most people get." The estate gates came into view ahead o

Chapter 150 Rowan's point of view "I will find one," I said finally. She was quiet for a moment. Then, in a different voice, lower and more searching: "Does this have anything to do with Janet?" I did not answer. And somehow, between my silences, she seems to notice. She had been reading my silences since I was six years old. "Janet walked away from your marriage," she said. "She left. And from what I have heard, she has moved on rather quickly." She let that sit. "Rowan, you are humiliating yourself over a woman who is constantly seen with another man." I knew exactly who she meant. Peter. My jaw locked. I felt the muscle in it jump. "Peter has nothing to do with this, and so is Janet. " "Then why," my mother said quietly, "do you become angry every single time I say his name? If there is nothing between you and Janet anymore, why does it matter?" I picked up my keys. "Flora will not become my wife," I said, "because everyone around me decided it would be convenient, and