Semua Bab DIVORCED, BUT SPOILED BY MY FIVE BROTHERS : Bab 61 - Bab 70

Rowan's Point of View The past few weeks have been torture. A total hell for me as every minute reminds me how I scattered all I have been building with Janet just out of anger. The memory of me signing those divorce papers kept playing in my head over and over again. And Janet's cold face, how she walked away without looking back. The sound of the door closing behind her. Seeing her with that gigolo minutes later was all exhausting. It all left a different pain on me, looking at it from here I'm the only one fighting for us. Seems like Janet has moved on already. I tried to bury myself in work. I thought if I just worked hard enough, if I could just focus on the company, maybe I could forget about Janet. Maybe I could forget about the baby that might have been mine. But that work couldn't help. I only messed some files up and I was working so late at night making it more difficult to concentrate during the day. A few minutes after I reviewed some media files Alex dropped fo

Janet’s Point of View The past few weeks have been some of the best days of my life. Every single day felt fulfilling and meaningful — like I was finally becoming the woman I was meant to be. The real me. I was living the life I had once dreamed of, without anyone holding me down or treating me like I was less. No marriage drama. No pain. Just peace — and the slow, steady process of building something real in my career. My work as a psychologist had taken an incredible turn ever since I reconnected with Professor Collins, my former mentor from college. He had always been one of the most brilliant people I’d ever met, and now he had become my guide once again. He invited me to professional conferences and seminars — events that helped me grow as both a therapist and a researcher. But what meant the most was how he helped me revive my doctoral thesis. The one I had abandoned after marrying Rowan. The one that used to mean everything to me. Professor Collins made sure I had

Janet’s Point of View The next Friday came faster than I expected. I stood in front of my closet, fingers brushing against hangers like I was searching for a new version of myself. I needed something that wasn’t just beautiful — something that would make me feel confident. Something that would tell the world I belonged in that room. My hand paused on a deep burgundy dress. It was Elegant and Simple. The kind of color that whispered confidence instead of shouting it. When I slipped it on and turned toward the mirror, I froze. The woman looking back wasn’t the same one who used to hide behind other people’s shadows. She looks totally different. For the first time in a long time, I felt beautiful — not because anyone said so, but because I believed it. Downstairs, Tracy was waiting. The moment she looked up from her phone, her eyes widened. “Oh. My. God. Janet!” she exclaimed, jumping to her feet. “You look incredible. Like—oh, this is not fair. You look like the woman

Janet’s Point of View I was still caught off guard by what Mr. Lane had just said. What did he mean I looked just like our mother? What did he mean Perfection runs deep in our blood? My mind was spinning. My heart was racing. Then he smiled — and something about that smile felt… familiar. Like I should have recognized it before. “Oh, sorry,” he said, his voice warm and genuine. “I haven’t fully introduced myself. My name is Adrian Kyle Lane Beckett. Nice meeting you, sis.” Sis? The word hit me like a sudden wind. Before I could process it, he stepped closer and pulled me into an embrace. For a few seconds, I stood completely still, my body stiff with shock. His scent, his warmth — it all felt too sudden, and unreal. Sis. That single word kept echoing in my head, louder and louder. Finally, my brain caught up with my heart. My arms lifted slowly — hesitantly — and I hugged him back. When I finally pulled away, my voice was trembling. “You’re… you’re Kyle?” He sm

Janet’s Point of ViewThe drive home with Kyle was quiet — not awkward, but full of thought. The kind of silence that carried meaning. After everything he’d told me, I didn’t need words. Just knowing he was beside me was enough.By the time we pulled into the driveway, I could already see Peter and Dickson standing on the porch, chatting and laughing. When the headlights swept across the yard and hit Kyle’s car, they both froze.“Wait—what?” Peter blinked. “No way!”The next moment, they were running.“Janet!” Peter called, throwing his arms around me before I could even step out properly.“You’re home early,” Dickson said, hugging me tight. “How was the event? Tell me everything!”I laughed softly, hugging them back. “It was good. Really good.”Then Kyle’s deep voice drifted from behind me, calm and teasing.“Seems like it’s been so long since I left that you all forgot about me so quickly.”Both Peter and Dickson froze mid-hug.Then, at the same time, they shouted —“KYLE!”The reun