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

Chapter 152 Rowan's point of view She did not answer that. She pushed the blanket off and swung her legs over the side of the bed and reached for her shoes on the floor like the conversation was already over for her. I watched her. Something had been sitting in my chest since I opened my eyes this morning, and it was sitting there now, heavier than before. I had been waiting for it. Since Yesterday, to pour out the anger like she used to do. She did not say it. Rather, she is as cold as ice as if she is not here anymore. "About yesterday," I said. She was bent forward, putting on her shoe. "What about it." "Grandma had an emergency. I had to go. I did not—" I stopped and made myself say it properly. "I left you there. At the gate. With your bags. I didn't even get the chance to tell you." "Alex called me." She straightened up and reached for the other shoe. "He said she had an episode. How is she now ?.". " She is stable. I she will be discharged today." I said, still lookin

Chapter 154 Janet's Point of View My mother stood halfway inside the door. One hand still rested on the frame, and the other held the edge of her dressing gown closed at her throat. Her eyes went from my face to Rowan's and back again, and confusion sat in every line of her expression. "What on earth is going on with you two?" she said. "I could hear your voices all the way downstairs." Nobody answered. Rowan's hand was still at my jaw. My hand was still flat against his chest. I felt his heartbeat through his shirt, fast and hard against my palm, and I could not tell if it was his or mine. Then my mother's face changed. The confusion softened. One corner of her mouth lifted. She tilted her head and looked at us the way she used to look at me when I was small and had been caught doing something that was more funny than wrong. "Two sick lovebirds," she said. "Cannot spend a single morning together without fighting." Something moved through my chest so fast it made my knees wea

Chapter 156 Janet's point of view I looked at her. I looked at him. He was watching me with that same small curve at his mouth and I wanted very badly to throw the card across the room and I could not, because my mother was sitting three feet away with her hand on the blanket and her eyes on my face. I took the card. He looked pleased. Openly pleased. And before I could step back, he leaned in. His lips touched mine. Brief. Light. Nothing at all to anyone watching. A goodbye kissed between two people who did this every morning. But my whole body went still under it, and my hand tightened around the card until the edge bit into my palm. "Goodbye," he said quietly, close to my ear. Then he was walking toward the door, and the door was opening and closing and I was standing in the middle of the living room with his card in my hand and the ghost of his mouth on mine. Anger came first. Clean and hot. Then, confusion, slower and colder, moving in underneath it. Why was he being l

Chapter 158 Janet's Point of View Mom was sitting on the sofa. Rowan was in the armchair across from her, a coffee in his hand and an expression on his face that I couldn't read. And Mom's expression I could read very well. "Good morning," I said carefully. "Morning, sweetheart." Mom didn't take her eyes off Rowan. "I was just asking your husband why he slept on the couch last night." I stopped walking. I looked at Rowan, and then I looked at Mom. "I woke up around two," she said, folding her hands in her lap. "Came down for water. And there he was. Blanket. Pillow. Fast asleep like a man who does it every night." My mouth went dry. "He probably fell asleep working," I said. It came out fast. Too fast. "He does that. He brings his laptop down and—" "With a pillow?" Mom raised one eyebrow. "And a blanket already tucked around him? Janet, people don't accidentally fall asleep working with their bed made up beside them." I had nothing to say again. I stood there with my hand

Chapter 160 Janet's POV I came out of the bathroom with my hair pulled back and my face washed, and the firm intention of pretending the last ten minutes had never happened. Rowan was still in the room. He stood by the wardrobe fastening his cuffs, his back half turned to me, and I walked straight past him to the dresser without looking. I knew exactly what would happen if I looked. I'd see his chest, and I'd remember my cheek against it. I'd see his arm, and I'd remember the weight of it across my waist. So I picked up my earrings and focused on the mirror like it was the most interesting thing in the world. He noticed. I could feel the way eyes were moving. But for once, he didn't push. Instead, he slid his watch onto his wrist and said, almost casually, "You should see the family designers today." I turned around. "For what?" "Clothes." He adjusted the strap. "You don't have much here. Most of your things are elsewhere now, and you're staying for the moment. Pick out whateve