Todos los capítulos de DIVORCED, BUT SPOILED BY MY FIVE BROTHERS : Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Janet's Point of View “Fuck off, Rowan,” Peter said coldly into the phone, then ended the call. The line went dead. The silence that followed pressed heavily against my chest. I felt uneasy—not because of Rowan, but because of Grandma. What if something had really happened this time? What if this wasn’t one of Rowan’s manipulative attempts? What if her condition had worsened and she needed me? Peter turned to me immediately. He didn’t ask—I knew my worry must have been written all over my face. “Don’t feel bad, Janet,” he said gently, taking my hand. “I know you loved him once. I understand that. Healing takes time. Moving on takes time. But right now, protecting you matters more than entertaining his games.” I nodded, though my chest still felt tight. Whatever this was, it wasn’t peace. It wasn’t healing either. I just wanted the noise to stop. I wanted Rowan out of my head, out of my space—out of everything I was trying to hold together. But Grandma was the thread th

Janet’s Point of ViewI woke up and found myself sleeping in Rowan’s room. But unfortunately, Rowan was not in bed with me.I thought as much. What was I expecting from a man who doesn’t love me? When we were married, he barely spent time with me. So why would he love me now that we were divorced?I left the bed and went to the kitchen. Rowan had said last night that Grandma needed to see us both, and I couldn’t go there empty-handed. Besides, I was hungry—really hungry.I wasn’t usually someone who craved food, but ever since my pregnancy started, I had been craving food more than I ever had before. The hunger was constant and overwhelming.I went to the kitchen and decided to make some pancakes for myself. I opened the cabinet and was surprised to find everything exactly where I had left it. I thought by now Flora would have changed things around in the house. But the house was quiet. Everything was in its place. It was like I had never left.I started making my food, mixing the flo

Janet’s Point of View I was not expecting Rowan to come that fast. And I was still wondering why he was saying we weren’t divorced. We had signed the papers. We were legally separated. So why was he claiming we were still married?Mrs. Caroline’s voice cut through my confusion.“Oh, son, you’re here already,” she said, rushing toward Rowan. “Come teach this woman a lesson. She’s slandering our family name and ruining our reputation.”I remained calm. I didn’t say anything. I knew how this would go. Rowan would always support his mother. And of course, he would support Flora. That was the natural order of things in his world.Michelle added her poison to the mix.“Mr. Thayer, you’re here. This trash woman is trying to cause a scene. She was even attacking your mother.”“You need to teach her a lesson,” Mrs. Caroline said again, her voice rising with anger.But Rowan didn’t say anything to them. Instead, he stepped closer to me and asked if I was okay.“Yes,” I said quietly.Rowan turn

Rowan’s Point of ViewJanet’s eyes burned into mine, bright and wet, like tears were sitting just beneath the surface—waiting for permission to fall.Something twisted painfully in my chest.I didn’t want to hurt her. Not like this. But I couldn’t let her walk into that hall wearing something that would draw every gaze, every whisper, every hungry thought. I couldn’t.“Get your hands off me, Rowan,” she said sharply, wrenching her wrist from my grip. “And I’m not trying on anything else.”Her voice was steady, but her hands trembled. That shook me more than if she had screamed.“What do you want from me, Janet?” I snapped, frustration spilling over despite myself. “Why can’t you just listen to me for once? Why are you always so stubborn?”The words tasted bitter the moment they left my mouth.Because the truth was—I was the one who couldn’t stop looking.The black gown clung to her like it had been poured onto her skin. The slit revealed the smooth line of her leg every time she shift

Janet's Point of ViewI was thrilled in front of my mirror as Tracy helped me adjust the Crimson evening gown. The dress was absolutely stunning. Crimson red with the red diamond design that caught the light beautifully."This dress looks so good on you," Tracy said, hyping me up as she smoothed down the fabric. "It's like Ortega took your exact measurements and made this dress specifically for you."She was right about that. The measurements were perfect. What amazed me most was how I fit into the dress after so many years since I made the design. The dress hugged my curves in all the right places, but it also did something else—it hid my stomach. My growing belly. The small bump that was starting to show because of my pregnancy.I couldn't risk anyone asking if I was pregnant. Not yet. Not before I figured out what to do about Rowan and how to keep my baby. So this dress was perfect. It made me feel free while keeping my secret safe.I turned in the mirror, admiring myself one last