All Chapters of DIVORCED, BUT SPOILED BY MY FIVE BROTHERS : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Janet's Point of View When the cabman dropped me in front of my clinic, I went straight down and walked directly to my office. My feet moved on their own. My mind was still back at that house with Flora and all her cruel words. I no longer cared about retrieving the bottle of folic acid. A bitter laugh escaped me as I thought about what had happened. Perhaps Flora could make use of it. After all, wasn't she the one expecting his child now? The thought made something twist inside my chest, but I pushed it away. I didn't have time for that pain right now. Throwing myself into work felt easier than thinking. I spent the entire day buried in my duties, seeing patient after patient, letting the hours numb my thoughts. My hands moved through the motions—writing notes, listening to concerns, offering advice. But my heart wasn't really there. It was somewhere else. Somewhere darker. The day dragged on and on until finally, it was time to leave. I was packing up my things when a courier

Rowan's Point of View The words left my mouth even before I could hold them back. But even as they came out, I didn't blame myself much. I had been working my ass off this entire week. Every single day. Just to make Janet happy. Just to give her something beautiful. Something to show her that I cared. And she just took it for granted. She just threw it all back in my face like it meant nothing. I could feel the anger rising inside me like a wave. Like fire burning through my chest. How dare she? How dare she make me feel like nothing when I had done everything for her? Many men don't take care of their wives this way. They don't do things to please their wives. They don't buy them houses or throw them parties or prepare rooms for babies. Rather, their wives do things to please them. Their wives work to make them happy. But Janet? She saw my efforts as nothing. As a joke. As some kind of manipulation. The anger was eating me alive. Janet went still. The color drained from

Janet's Point of View The tension in the car was really high. Peter and I, didn't speak. Peter kept driving with his hands tight on the steering wheel. I could see how angry he was. His jaw was clenched. His eyes were focused hard on the road ahead. I couldn't hold on to why he was so angry. But I knew clearly. It was because of Rowan. And because he was not able to do anything to help me when that man grabbed my arm like that. As we drove toward our estate street, Peter finally parked the car. He didn't turn off the engine right away. He just sat there breathing heavily. He exhales deeply as he keeps glancing at me. "So..." he said quietly, "anything you want to tell me? Because I think I know that guy." I took a deep breath. The moment had come. I couldn't hide this anymore. "That's my ex-husband," I said. "Rowan Thayer. But we are clearly over now. We are divorced now." "Divorced?" Peter said in a hard voice. It wasn't a scary voice, but I could hear the surprise. The

Rowan's Point of View I returned home disheveled and furious. My clothes were still wet from the rain. My hair was plastered to my head. My hands were still bleeding from the splinters and broken glass in that destroyed room. I walked through the empty house and sat down on the floor in the living room. The silence was deafening. It pressed down on me like a heavy weight. A weight I couldn't escape. I sat there for a long time. Hours maybe. I didn't move. I didn't think about anything. I just sat there in the darkness, remembering everything. How Janet's cold eyes looked when she saw me. The way her expression flickered when she learned I bought the house for her. The way she walked out without even looking back. She getting into that car with that man. Now that I have signed those papers. I still can't believe I signed those papers. Everything was gone. Everything I had tried to build was destroyed. Then there was a knock at the door. Slow and deliberate. I didn't m

Jasper's Point of View I stood by the window and watched Peter drive away with Janet in his latest Lamborghini. The car was sleek and black, moving smoothly down the street. But my hands were clenched into fists so tight my nails were digging into my palms. "Shit," I said angrily, my voice coming out like a curse. "How come Janet has been through all this and she kept it all to herself?" I turned away from the window, unable to watch them disappear. My face felt hot. My jaw was clenched so hard it hurt. All this time, my sister had been suffering. All this time, she had been alone with that bastard. And she never told us. She never asked for help. Tracy was pacing back and forth in the living room, her whole body shaking with rage. Her hands were balled into fists at her sides. "I think that bastard has to learn the hard way," she said, her voice trembling with barely controlled anger. "I feel like going to his office and giving him a piece of my mind. I feel like making hi