All Chapters of DIVORCED MORNING AND REMARRIED TO HIS BROTHER BY NIGHT: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

“It’s not like they have a choice either,” I replied. “The only person who has a choice, who can actually do something, say something....is Ryan. And I think that’s just the person I have to deal with.”“Okay…” she said slowly, then glanced at me. “You didn’t tell me, though....what happened last night? Not about the police and everything. I mean you and him. What did he say when you were alone together? Was he angry? Happy? Did you talk? Did he explain himself about you finding that woman here? Because from the bags, I could tell she was staying here, right?”“I don’t know,” I lied. “And that’s what I want to know, too. But I haven’t spoken to Ryan, not really spoken. I haven’t had that talk, that conversation. I feel like I need to. I just… have to think by myself first, I guess.”I forced a small smile. “I’m just so happy you’re here,” I said, pulling her into a quick hug, fake, maybe, but warm enough that she wasn’t expecting it. She looked up at me and smiled back.We stepped thr

“Now listen,” Ryan said, leaning back in his chair as if he owned the air I was breathing. “When we get to the police station, you’re going to follow my lead. No surprises, no sudden outbursts, no adding details that don’t matter.”I kept my eyes on him, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.“You’re going to say,” he continued, voice calm but laced with steel, “that Ariana was a guest in our home, that a disagreement escalated, and that you...” his gaze sharpened, “....reacted emotionally. You will make it clear you regret calling the police, that it was a misunderstanding between family. You will not imply that she threatened you, and you will not mention anything about the bedroom.”I clenched my jaw so hard it hurt. He knew exactly what he was doing, reshaping the truth into something convenient for him, something neat and controlled.“And,” he added, checking his watch again as if I was on borrowed time, “if they ask about why you were gone for two weeks, you will

The driver stopped in front of the lawyer’s office. Ryan, as usual, got out first, adjusted his suit, and walked over to open my door. He was trying to play the perfect husband role in public, like always. I stepped out gracefully, making sure my head was held high. If there was one thing I wasn’t going to give him, it was the satisfaction of seeing me shaken.We walked side by side into the building, his hand lightly touching my back, guiding me, not out of affection, but control. I let it be. Fighting him here wouldn't help me or my agenda in any way.Inside, the receptionist welcomed us politely and directed us to a waiting room. Ryan sat down, already scrolling through his phone again, pretending like nothing about this entire situation bothered him. But I could feel the tension radiating from him. He was worried about the police and probably what the lawyer might say lawyer might I watched him, enjoying his nervousness, savoring his unease. His eyes flicked up to me, and he must

The lawyer looked at Ryan, his expression apologetic. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Bennett. I believed the statement was agreed upon by both of you. It was given to me by your husband, and I assumed you were on the same page. But… it seems there’s always a bit of miscommunication here and there.”I shrugged casually, letting it appear as if I didn’t care.“Monique…” Ryan’s voice was sharp, small, but threatening.“What? I’m not saying that, Ryan!” I snapped, my voice rising slightly. “You wrote it as if I were mad, crazy. In the future, when I call the police, no one will take me seriously because you live with a crazy person. No! I won’t do that. And we both know why I left. I didn’t leave because I was moody!”“Excuse us for a second,” Ryan interrupted, his tone controlled but edged with irritation.“Yes, of course. Not a problem, you can use my office,” the lawyer said, standing and leaving the room.Ryan waited until the lawyer had stepped out before turning fully toward me. His anger was ba

MONIQUEThis time, I sat up straighter, folding my arms lightly. “Ms. Ariana was staying in the house as a guest. She overstepped her boundaries, assumed things that weren’t hers to assume. I confronted her. We exchanged words. That’s all it was.”The officer raised a brow. “And the police call?”I inhaled slowly, controlling every syllable. “I called because she refused to leave the room she wasn’t supposed to be in. I lost my patience, and maybe I shouldn't have called, but she was pregnant and I didn't want to drag her out and cause her and her unborn child harm.”The officers nodded. "That seems reasonable..."The officer scribbled something down. His partner exchanged a glance with him before looking back down at our statements.Ryan’s leg bounced nervously under the table. For the first time, I realized he was more afraid of me than of them."What about you, Mr Bennett? You reported your wife missing?""Yes," Ryan nodded."I see here you didn't mention anything about a disagreem