All Chapters of DIVORCED, BUT SPOILED BY MY FIVE BROTHERS : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Janet's Point of ViewIt had been three days since the world stopped making sense.We had been having a quiet evening. A simple one. Mama was laughing at something Jasper had said. Her hands were wrapped around a cup of tea. Her eyes were bright. And then, without warning, without any sign at all, she crumpled.Just like that.One moment she was there and laughing and the next she was on the floor and I was on my knees beside her screaming her name and everything after that became a blur of sirens and bright lights and hospital corridors that smelled of antiseptic and fear.The doctors had been gentle but direct.The medication she had been taking was not working the way it should. Her body had been struggling quietly for longer than any of us had realized. She needed proper care. Consistent care. The kind that required round-the-clock attention and monitoring.I had stood in that corridor and listened and nodded and kept my face very still because falling apart was not something I co

Rowan's Point of ViewThe silence in the room was unbearable.Grandma was looking at me. Her eyes steady. Her cane resting between both hands. The empty wardrobe behind her like an open wound neither of us could stop looking at.My face felt cold. I could feel the blood draining out of it. My hands were very still at my sides because if I moved them she would see them shaking and she would know. She always knew.I could not tell her.Not now. Not today. Not with her health the way it was. Not with the surgery still ahead of her. The shock alone would devastate her. And devastation, for a woman in her condition, was not something I was willing to risk.My mind moved fast. Faster than it had moved in any boardroom. Faster than it moved during any negotiation.I had to say something. Something that held. Something she would believe."Grandma," I said. My voice came out steady. Somehow. "Come. Sit down."I moved to her gently and guided her toward the edge of the bed. She let me. Which me

Janet's Point of View It was Edward.Just Edward. Sitting at the table alone with his phone in his hand and the restaurant light falling across his face in a way that made me stop walking for just a second.I had seen Edward many times. At work. In meetings. Across conference tables and through glass office walls. But there was something about seeing him here, in this softer light, away from the structure of the workplace, that made me look at him differently.His hair was neat. Not the stiff formal neat of a man trying too hard. The effortless kind. The kind that looked like it had simply fallen into the right place and decided to stay there. His suit was dark and fitted in a way that suggested it had been made specifically for his shoulders. No excess fabric. No awkward pull at the seams. Just clean, quiet confidence in the way it sat on him.His cologne reached me before I reached the table.Something warm. Subtle. The kind that doesn't announce itself but stays with you long afte

Janet's Point of ViewThe car door shut behind me, and the silence pressed in immediately.I sat in the front seat and turned my face toward the window. The city moved past in streaks of light. Shops. Streetlamps. The blurred shapes of people living their ordinary evenings while mine had somehow become this.I heard Rowan get in on his side.I felt him look at me.I kept my eyes on the window.He started the engine. We pulled out. A minute passed. Then another."So," he said. His voice was quiet but carrying. "You ditched me to have dinner with that man."I felt my jaw tighten."He is not that man," I said, still looking at the window. "He has a name. And I did not ditch you. I do not owe you my schedule.""You said you were busy," Rowan said. "Every time I call. Every time I suggest something. Too busy. Too tired. No time." A pause. "But you had time for him.""He is my boss," I said. "That was a work dinner.""It didn't look like a work dinner."I turned then. Slowly. And looked at

Janet's Point of ViewGrandma's voice on the phone had been warm and certain."Come for lunch, my love. Just the two of us. I want to see your face properly."I had said yes immediately. How could I say no? After everything. After the hospital. After the results the doctor had laid on that table like a quiet warning. If she wanted lunch then lunch was what she would have.I dressed simply. Nothing that suggested effort. A light blouse. Comfortable trousers. The kind of outfit that said I am relaxed and happy to be here, which was partly true.I took a car to her estate.The gate opened. The driver pulled up the familiar driveway. I stepped out and the door was opened by Agatha before I even reached the steps."Miss Janet," Agatha said warmly. "Please come in."The house smelled the way it always did. Something between flowers and old wood and something baked earlier in the morning. It was a smell I had always associated with safety. With the rare feeling of being genuinely welcomed.I