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All Chapters of DIVORCED MORNING AND REMARRIED TO HIS BROTHER BY NIGHT: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

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Standing Ovation

MONIQUE“What kind of discrepancies?” the lawyer asked.The officer looked back at his notes. “There seems to be a difference between what you answered and what was written here on your statement regarding Ms. Ariana and her stay at the house.”“What discrepancy?” Ryan asked sharply. “Not you, in Mrs. Bennett’s statement.”Ryan shot me a quick glance, as if I were guilty of this whole thing.“What discrepancy is that, officer?” I asked innocently.“I just want you to clarify something,” the officer said. “What room was it that Ms Ariana was occupying, the one you didn’t want her to occupy in the house?” His tone shifted, almost like I had dodged his question earlier, yet he was very curious about this one. It struck me that he had already asked me this question before, and I had unintentionally avoided it.I took a deep breath. I could feel everyone’s eyes burning into me. My voice came out steady, but inside, I was unraveling.“Well… I found her in the master bedroom.”The officer’

Stop

MONIQUEAnd more than that, I managed to give the police just the smallest glimpse of what our marriage really is. That it’s not perfect. That there’s more to it than he would ever want them to know.So whatever happens in the future, I’ll have something to fall back on.I walked straight outside and found Ryan standing by his car. He looked mad, angry, on fire. Well, that serves him right.I walked towards him, not caring about whatever situation he was going through, however mad he was. The minute he saw me, he opened the door for me. I slid inside, and he slammed it shut, so hard it echoed but I didn’t really care. He was just throwing a tantrum.I fastened my seatbelt while he walked around to his side, pulled open the door, and dropped into the seat. Just like that, the driver started the car, and we were driving home again.The car was quiet. The lawyer wasn’t with us anymore, so that left just the two of us at the back and Ryan’s silence. Halfway down the road, I sat staring ou

A Mistake

MONIQUEThe sound tore out of me like something primal, something I’d buried for years. And this time, the driver listened. Tires screeched as he pulled to the side of the road. My pulse was pounding so hard I thought my head would explode.Ryan finally turned his gaze on me, dark, furious, like he couldn’t believe I’d actually dared to fight him. His hand twitched, like he wanted to strike me again, but I leaned closer, my face inches from his.“Do it,” I whispered, my voice trembling but clear. “Hit me again, Ryan. Hit me, I know you're itching to do it.”Ryan closed his eyes, holding both his hands together as if he was speaking to a higher power, forcing himself not to do what was clearly his first instinct.I smiled. “I thought so,” I turned back toward the door, opened it, and then pulled out the card the police had given me and my purse. My voice rang sharp as I shouted to Ryan,“I am going to the police station and reporting you for assault.”I got out just as I heard Ryan op

Can't Go Back to Him

MONIQUEThe ride back to the police station was a haze. My mind was still a blur, caught between fear and numbness, when suddenly the car door flew open, aggressively, if I might add. The jolt startled me so much that for a moment, I froze, unable to comprehend what had just happened.How could someone open a moving car?Heart hammering, I whipped my head around, ready to scream. I was certain it was a man climbing in, his shadow cutting into the dim interior. Panic welled up inside me, and the sound caught in my throat.Was it Ryan? It could only be him.Somehow, impossibly, he had driven after us. Had he forced the taxi to stop? Had he blocked the road? I didn’t know. All I knew was the sudden, horrifying reality of him being right there, halfway into the car.I was about to scream at the driver, to beg him to do something, when I noticed we weren’t moving anymore. The taxi was parked. We were right in front of the police station. I hadn’t even realized we’d arrived or when he had p

Then What

MONIQUEBut something inside of me, something stronger, something brighter rose above all of it. Stronger than the fear Ryan had left me with. Stronger than the comfort Marcus was offering.Because deep down, I knew: I had made a mistake. I had trusted a man, given him my whole life, and in the end, he had turned out to be a snake.And Marcus? He might not be a snake. He might even be the opposite. But even if he wasn’t, I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t give away my life again. Not so fastThis time, I wanted to do it on my own. I had something to prove. I wanted to prove to myself that I could stand. That I could fight. That I could honor my father’s memory. That I could do things my way and that it would work.I turned back towards him, my chest rising and falling too fast, the words pressing against my throat like they had been waiting for this moment.“Marcus,” I said, and he looked at me instantly, his eyes sharp, intense, but so damn caring it almost hurt to meet them. “Do you thin

Promise Me

MONIQUE“A promise?”“This can’t happen again, Monique. You know this is just the beginning. For God's sake.... the day we met, you had Marks in your arms, fingerprinted arms, because he held you just a bit too tightly. And now he’s hit your face. What’s next?" He took a breath, looking at me" It’s going to get worse. Don’t let it get worse. Please, if he ever even raises his hand, even threatens that he might put his hands on you, I want you to promise me that you will leave, that you won’t give him another opportunity to try and do this to you again. Please, Monique. That’s the only thing I need you to promise me right now.”I stared at him as his words fell heavy between us. He was looking at me like I was already broken, like I was one more bruise away from shattering completely. His desperation, his fear for me, should have been enough to make me fold into his arms and let him carry the weight. And God, a part of me wanted that. I wanted to fall into him, let his warmth swallow

He Is Nothing

I took a deep breath."Marcus.... I really...."“Why don’t you want to promise me, Monique?” His voice softened, but the sharp edge of frustration lingered. “You don’t want to promise me because you know he’ll do it again. You can feel it deep in your gut. You know it’s going to happen again. That’s why you don’t want to promise me...to leave before it gets worse, before it happens again. Before it happens again… if it ever happens again.”I swallowed hard, my chest tight, and for a long moment, silence stretched between us. The promise he demanded was impossible, not because I didn’t trust him, because I didn't trust Ryan.Because Marcus was right, I had a feeling Ryan would do it again. It was the reason I was sitting outside the police station right now, because I didn’t trust Ryan to keep his hands to himself. The more I upset him, the bolder he became. I had to show him I was serious, and if he ever tried something like that again, there would be consequences.“All right, fine,”

Stop This Now

MONIQUE“Okay,” he said. His voice dropped low, almost like a confession. “I tried to force myself not to do it, not to kiss you, but I just couldn’t.”He smiled, and I couldn’t help but giggle. My chest warmed, but then his tone shifted, grounding me again.“But it’s time for you to get out there and report this bastard.”“Okay, I will,” I responded.I didn’t know why, or where that reckless thought even came from, but in that moment.... I nearly told him I loved him. My lips had almost parted to say it. But did I?I shook my head quickly, pushing it back down. No. I couldn’t think about that right now. Not here. Not when everything was still so fragile.Instead, I leaned in and gave him a soft peck before I opened the door, slipped out, and started walking toward the police station. I could feel his eyes on me, watching from inside the car, and it made me feel a little naughty. But also… powerful. Like I wasn’t alone anymore. Like I had someone at my back, someone in my corner.Onc

As A Family

MONIQUEI shook my head at her. Nothing she said made sense, I didn't believe her or a word she said.She straightened, her voice sharper now.“Marks heal, Monique. But reputations? Reputations are fragile. If you do this, people will look at you differently forever. They’ll question you, your choices, and your marriage. They’ll whisper behind your back, and no one will be able to protect you from that.”I let out a bitter laugh. “You think I care about whispers? You think I care about the same people who won't hesitate to bite me in the back? Let them whisper. Let them see. I want them to know.”Mrs. Bennett looked at me like she was seeing me for the very first time.“Are you okay? Are you sure that you’re fine?”“Yes. I’m well, okay. And I’m totally fine, thank you for asking.”She narrowed her eyes, her tone sharpening. “Okay… I don’t know what’s gotten into you, Monique, but this has to stop. This has to stop now.”Her voice grew firmer as she continued. “We’re going to stand up

An Affair

MONIQUEMr. Perez straightened, his polite smile faltering as he glanced between us. “Of course, Mrs. Bennett...” he caught himself, “...Monique.”Mrs. Bennett’s lips tightened. She didn’t like that he was giving me the floor, didn’t like that her grip on the situation was slipping. Ryan shifted uncomfortably, his jaw working as though he wanted to jump back in but didn’t dare.“Yes,” I said firmly. “I want to talk to you. Alone, if possible.”“You don’t need to trouble the officer,” Mrs. Bennett interjected quickly, her tone syrupy but trembling beneath. “We can handle this privately. This is a family matter....”I turned to her, my voice low but sharp enough to slice. “No. This isn’t just a family matter anymore.”Her eyes widened in outrage, but before she could speak, Perez lifted a hand. “If Mrs. Monique wishes to speak, I will listen. That is my job.”A current of relief swept through me. For once, someone wasn’t bending to the Bennetts.Ryan finally broke, stepping forward. “

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