All Chapters of DIVORCED, BUT SPOILED BY MY FIVE BROTHERS : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Janet's Point of ViewThe days that followed were suffocating.I arrived at the clinic each morning with dread settling heavy in my chest. Every time a new patient was assigned, I watched them get taken away from me. Watched them get handed to other psychiatrists. Watched my caseload shrink until there was almost nothing left.My hands would clench beneath my desk. My jaw would tighten. My entire body would carry the weight of the injustice.By the fourth day, I couldn't take it anymore.I went directly to Elena's office."This isn't fair," I said, my voice shaking with barely controlled rage. "You're systematically removing every patient I have. You're cutting me off from doing my job."Elena looked up from her paperwork with an expression that suggested she had been expecting this conversation."You're distracted," she said calmly. "Your personal issues are affecting your work.""That's not true," I said, my voice rising. "I'm being treated unfairly and you know it. This isn't about

Rowan's Point of ViewI saw it.The kiss.Edward's lips on Janet's cheek. And even though it was just a cheek, even though it was brief, I felt something inside me shatter.I had been driving past the restaurant. Had been delayed by traffic. Had decided to see if Janet was still there, still waiting for someone.Instead, I watched her kiss another man.My hands gripped the steering wheel so hard my knuckles went white. My jaw clenched until pain shot through my temples. My entire body went rigid with a rage so intense it felt like it might consume me from the inside out.She had stood me up.Not because of an accident. Not because of an emergency. But because she was with Edward.My chest felt tight. My breathing became shallow. Every muscle in my body was screaming at me to do something. To say something. To make her understand that this was wrong.I drove to my office instead.I sat at my desk in the darkness, my mind spinning with questions and possibilities and terrible realizatio

Chapter 133Janet's Point of ViewWilliams walked through the front door like a storm that had been waiting to happen.He barely stepped inside before the words came out."Why did nobody give that bastard a taste of his own medicine?" he said, his voice low and tight. "After everything he did to our sister. He sat at that table and ate food like he belonged here.""Williams." I stepped in front of him immediately.His eyes were hard. His jaw was set. The scar on his face always seemed more visible when he was angry. Like it darkened with his mood."I mean it, Janet," he said. "Someone should have—""Mama is here," I said quietly.That stopped him.I watched his face change. The anger didn't disappear but it moved. It shifted somewhere deeper, behind his eyes, where he could hold it without it spilling out.He nodded once. Slowly."Alright," he said. "Alright."Just then, soft footsteps came from behind me."Who is making all that noise in my daughter's house?"I turned around. Mama ha

Chapter 135Rowan's Point of ViewThe name on the screen stopped me cold.Grandma.I stared at it for a moment. Then I picked up the call."Rowan."Her voice came through sharp and agitated. Not the soft, warm voice she used when she was pleased with me. This was the other voice. The one that had made me sit straight at dinner tables since I was seven years old."Rowan, what on earth is going on with Janet?"I opened my mouth.She didn't wait."Why has she not called me? Why is she not visiting? Why has she gone completely silent? What did you do? What did you say to her? Did you upset her? Did you chase her away? Because so help me, Rowan, if you said something foolish to that girl—""Grandma," I said."Don't grandma me. Answer the question.""If you would let me speak," I said carefully, "I would answer you."A short pause. Then, "Fine. Speak."I exhaled slowly through my nose."I didn't do anything to Janet," I said. "Work has been demanding. You know how she gets when she is busy.

Janet's Point of ViewMonday morning felt different.I stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself for a long moment. The woman looking back at me seemed steadier than she had been a few weeks ago. Shoulders straight. Eyes clear. Something settled in the lines of her face that hadn't been there before.I smoothed my blazer, picked up my bag, and walked out.---Edward's company had a particular energy in the mornings. People moving with purpose. Keyboards clicking. Phones ringing at measured intervals. I had come to enjoy it. The rhythm of it. The sense that work was happening and that my part in it actually mattered.I was reviewing patient notes at my desk when the knock came.Edward opened the door without waiting for an answer. That was his way. He moved through spaces like he had already decided he was welcome in them. He was carrying two cups of coffee and set one on the edge of my desk without asking."Good morning," he said."Morning," I replied, not looking up immediate