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All Chapters of DIVORCED MORNING AND REMARRIED TO HIS BROTHER BY NIGHT: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

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Chasing The High

The BennettsRyan’s jaw clenched. His hands flexed as though he was reliving the moment.“Well… when we got there, I was on this high. This… rush. Like I could do anything to this woman without repercussions, because I was going to pay her. I had the money. I was good for it. So when we got there, I got out of the car, and she asked me what I wanted. A blowjob, or whatever. But I told her…” His voice dropped. “I told her I just wanted her to run.”Mrs. Bennet nodded slowly, her expression unreadable. “And?” she asked, her breath barely audible.“And so I counted to five,” Ryan said. “And she started running.”Mrs. Bennet closed her eyes for a moment, bracing herself. “Okay,” she said softly. “And you let her go and left?”Ryan nodded once. Then shook his head.“No.”Mrs. Bennet’s throat tightened.“I went after her,” Ryan said, his voice cracking. “Like I told you, I was feeling low. And I.... I needed something to make me feel alive.. So, I just ran after her out there. It was…”He t

All Monique's Fault

The BennetsHe rolled up the long sleeves of his shirt, showing his mother the marks. “Do you see this? These scratches? Some of them are here, too, over my neck.... The stupid bitch started fighting me again. She fought hard. She even hit back at me.”Mrs. Bennett’s voice wavered. “Lord…" even she felt scared at that moment. "I just need you to understand what I was going through, that situation.” Ryan’s voice softened slightly. “I understand.” Mrs. Bennett nodded, though uneasily. “I understand you, Ryan. I understand you completely,” she said, even though she really didn’t. Not really."So I had no choice," Ryan finished. "....I had no choice then; she left me no choice. I tried to get her to shut up, okay? I just wanted her to shut up because she was screaming, she was fighting. I just wanted her to stop, okay? To stop fighting me. To stop so much screaming. She was getting on my nerves.And at that moment in time, the person I was fighting was Monique. I didn’t even know thi

Take care Of It

The BennetsBefore Ryan could say more, the sound of tires crunching over the driveway broke the stillness of the house.Mrs. Bennett straightened instantly, wiping the corner of her eyes, smoothing her hair, trying to pull her composure back into place before the front door even opened.“We’re in the kitchen!” she called out, her voice calm.Mr. Bennett stepped inside, his shadow stretching across the entryway. He paused just a second, his eyes scanning his wife’s face before shifting toward Ryan.“What happened?” His voice was low, clipped, heavy enough to make Ryan’s chest tighten.Mrs. Bennett caught Ryan’s gaze and gave a small, quick shake of her head, a warning for him to stay silent, to let her lead.“Let’s go talk in the living room,” she said smoothly, motioning toward the other room.They walked together, the morning light following them. Ryan’s face was pale, sweaty, and his bloodshot eyes were unfocused. The faint marks on his face and the tremor in his hands told the sto

Start digging

The BennetsRyan swallowed, nodding stiffly, his hands trembling as he grabbed his car keys from the counter. Mr. Bennett didn’t waste another second; he was already heading for the door, his usual calm replaced by cold, sharp efficiency.“We'll take my truck,” he ordered, looking over his shoulder at Ryan. “Less noticeable than your car. And wipe down the steering wheel before we leave. We don’t need to leave a trail.”Mrs. Bennett followed, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. She grabbed a pair of gloves from the drawer near the back door and tossed them to Ryan. “Put those on. No more fingerprints. From this point on, you listen to your father and you do exactly what he says.”Ryan slipped the gloves on with shaky hands. He wanted to argue, wanted to scream that none of this would have happened if Monique hadn’t pushed him so far, but the words stuck in his throat.The three of them moved quickly, silently, the house suddenly feeling like a crime scene itself. Outside,

Between Family

The BennetsMrs. Bennett finally gathered enough courage to step closer, though she kept her gaze fixed anywhere but at the body.“Ryan,” she said softly, urging him. “Do it. This is our only chance to finish this. We have to be quick before anyone notices us here. Now!”Ryan swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as though the act itself hurt. He bent, grabbed the shovel with trembling hands, and forced himself upright. The first thrust into the ground sounded impossibly loud, the metal cutting into the soil, shovelful by shovelful, until sweat began to roll down Ryan’s temples. Each motion felt like a punishment, like burying more than just the girl. It felt like burying what was left of himself.Behind him, Mr. and Mrs. Bennett worked together in grim silence. They lifted the girl carefully, placing her onto the tarp. Mrs. Bennett’s face turned pale as she tried to keep her eyes away from the smashed ruin of her head.“Don’t look at her,” Mr. Bennett said gruffly. “Just move.”Sh

Never Again

The BennetsOnce everybody had cleaned up and changed, they met downstairs. The air seemed different, tense, almost charged. After what they had all done together, after what they had gone through… everything felt different.Mrs. Bennett had prepared some tea and brought out biscuits from the pantry, but nobody seemed interested. They sipped their tea slowly, their minds wandering far away, lost in their own thoughts.Seeing that no one was going to speak, and knowing she would have to take control, Mrs. Bennett put her cup down with a soft clink.“Now, Ryan,” she said, voice calm but firm, “we called you down here because the first thing we have to talk about is the fact that you need help.”“I need help?” Ryan asked, raising an eyebrow as if his mother had just lost her mind.“Yes,” she said. “You need help with controlling your anger. We thought you had it under control, but now… now it seems you’ve fallen off the wagon. And badly. It has never been this bad. You need help.”Ryan b

Move

The Bennets“What about my face?” Ryan snapped suddenly, voice hard. “After what he did to me, how am I supposed to go to work looking like this?” His anger flared hot, sharp.“Control your anger,” Mrs. Bennett said quickly. “Please, calm down. There’s nothing we can do about it right this moment. Maybe…” She hesitated, then said, “Maybe I can apply a little makeup on you. Just enough to cover the bruises.”Ryan’s head snapped toward her. “Makeup? You want to put makeup on me?”“It’s the twenty-first century. Nobody cares if you wear makeup. Actors wear it all the time. This is just to get you through the day.”Ryan exhaled sharply, rubbing the back of his neck. “Do I have to?”“It’ll be minimal,” she assured him. “Just enough to tone it down so you don’t walk into the office looking like you got into a bar fight.”Ryan passed a hand over his face again, jaw tight. “Fine. But if someone asks.....”“Say you fell down the stairs,” she interrupted. “People already know you and Monique a

What's So Funny

MONIQUE“What happened to you?” I asked, my voice softer than I intended. I hadn’t seen him all day, and for a brief moment, I felt a flicker of relief that he hadn’t shown up at the house this morning. Just… great. Perfect. I hadn't even been looking for him when I woke up. I had breakfast with Auntie, and then we decided to go out shopping, just to take our minds off things. We took a walk along our street, the crisp air clearing my thoughts. I had just gotten back and was walking towards my bedroom to take a shower when I saw him at the door, standing there like he owned the place, but his face… it stopped me cold.It was worse than I expected. Blackened eyes, bruises, split lips and something in his gaze that didn’t belong. I couldn’t hate him, not really, though I didn’t exactly care either. And yet, seeing him like that, part of me recoiled, part of me felt… surprised.I didn’t know what to make of him, or what I was supposed to feel. Shock? Anger? Pity? Confusion? All of it

Something Bad

MONIQUEWhen I could finally breathe, I ran out of the room and straight towards my aunt’s bedroom. I didn’t even knock. I just rushed inside.She was just coming from the bathroom, steam curling behind her, so she let out a little cry or two when she saw me. Her hand flew to her chest as she took a deep breath. For a second, it scared me, scared me that even she was startled by the look on my face.“What’s wrong with you, child?” she asked.But she must have seen me, must have seen how scared I was, how trembling I still was, because suddenly her face changed. Concern swept over her features as she rushed toward me, a towel clutched at her chest.“What’s going on, Monique? What’s going on?” she demanded, her voice rising with each question. “We just left each other five minutes ago. What happened?”I still couldn’t talk. My throat felt like it had been locked shut. She guided me gently toward the bed and sat me down. Her movements were brisk, protective. She called the maid, asked fo

We Have To Go

MONIQUEMy aunt's eyes narrowed. “It’s worth a try. Why don’t you go check it out? I’ll get a baseball bat or anything I can use in case he comes back.”I nodded toward my aunt, swallowing the lump in my throat. Without another word, she disappeared back into the house, leaving me standing there with my heart pounding. I practically ran down the hallway, heading for Ryan’s study.The house felt too quiet. Dead quiet. All of a sudden, every move I made, every step I took, seemed to echo louder than it actually was. My breath sounded like thunder in my ears, my heartbeat like a drum. When I reached Ryan’s office, I tried the handle. Locked. Of course, it was locked. How dare I think it would be open?My mind spun, panic clawing at the edge of my thoughts. If I had to get in, I needed another way.... Then I remembered. Ryan kept a spare key hidden in our bedroom, tucked away where he thought I’d never find it. That had to be the key to his office. I bolted upstairs, nearly tripping over

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