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

Janet's Point of ViewThe door opened behind me, and Edward stepped through. The moment he saw me standing there with the files scattered around my feet, his expression shifted from shock to something more controlled. More calculating."You shouldn't be here," he said quietly, his voice carrying a weight that suggested this was worse than he had anticipated.I turned to face him fully, my entire body shaking with the weight of what I had discovered."What is all this?" I asked, gesturing to the files surrounding us. "Edward, what is happening here? These are unethical practices. Illegal practices. People are being hurt. Patients are being experimented on without consent."My voice was rising despite my effort to stay calm. The shock and disappointment were mixing together into something that felt like betrayal."I'm not going to be a part of this," I said firmly, my hands curling into fists at my sides. "I came here to help people. Not to participate in exploitation."Edward's jaw cle

Janet's Point of ViewI thought everyone was asleep. Thought I could slip into my room unnoticed. Thought I could have just one night where I didn't have to face the complicated mess that my life had become.But then I heard it.The sound of a glass cup clinking against the dining table.My footsteps froze mid-stride.Rowan was sitting at the dining table, a glass in his hand filled with something colorless. Vodka, maybe. Or something stronger. His eyes were fixed on me the moment I appeared, and his expression was dark. Waiting. Accusatory."You're quite late," he said, his voice carrying an edge that made my skin prickle. "Where have you been?"My entire body went rigid with exhaustion and frustration."I don't owe you an explanation," I said, my voice sharp and final. "We aren't married, Rowan. And this is my home. Not yours."The words hung in the air between us like a slap.His face flushed red. His jaw clenched so hard I could see the muscle working beneath his skin. He stood up

Flora's Point of ViewI stood outside Rowan's apartment door, my hand raised to knock. My heart was racing. My palms were sweating. I could feel the weight of what I was about to do pressing down on me like a physical thing.I knocked.When he opened the door, the first thing I noticed was his face. The anger etched into every line. The darkness in his eyes. The way his entire body carried the weight of whatever was destroying him from the inside out."Rowan," I said, my voice carrying a mock sympathy that I couldn't quite hide. "What's wrong? You look absolutely terrible."He didn't respond. Didn't invite me in. Didn't acknowledge my presence with anything more than a cold stare."Is it Janet?" I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm and false concern. "Is your precious ex-wife giving you a hard time? Is she making your life difficult?"I could see the way my words landed. Could see the way his jaw clenched at the mention of her name."You know what?" I continued, stepping closer to

Janet's Point of ViewRowan's mother stood in the doorway of his apartment, her face stern and unforgiving. Her arms were crossed over her chest like she was building a wall between us."What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice sharp and cutting. "You and my son are no longer together. This is not your place."I opened my mouth to respond. Closed it. Opened it again."I was just trying to find him," I said finally, my voice small and uncertain. "I was worried. He hasn't been home and—""You're a bad fit for him," she said, cutting me off before I could finish. "You've always been a bad fit. And I don't want you setting foot in this apartment ever again. Do you understand me? Never again."I stood there, feeling the weight of her rejection like a physical blow.But something inside me snapped. Some small part of me that was tired of being blamed for everything. Tired of being treated like I was the problem."Maybe you should learn to know what's actually best for your son," I sai

Rowan's Point of ViewI was in the middle of reviewing contracts when my secretary knocked on the door."Your mother is here to see you," she said apologetically, like she understood this was an intrusion.I set down my pen slowly. My jaw clenched."Send her in," I said, trying to keep the irritation out of my voice.My mother appeared in the doorway, her expression filled with concern that felt suffocating even from a distance. She moved toward me like I was fragile. Like I might break at any moment."What's going on?" she asked, sitting down across from my desk without waiting for an invitation. "You look terrible. Are you eating? Are you sleeping?"I felt something twist inside me. Irritation mixed with exhaustion."I'm fine," I said flatly. "There's no need for you to come check on me at work. I'm not a baby anymore, Mother.""You'll always be my baby," she said, her voice carrying that weight that mothers have when they're certain they know what's best for their children.She lea