All Chapters of DIVORCED MORNING AND REMARRIED TO HIS BROTHER BY NIGHT: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

MONIQUE I almost dropped the keys, but then the engine roared to life.I hit the gas. We flew down the driveway, the car jerking as gravel spat from the tires. My mind was a single prayer: don’t let Ryan be on the road yet. Don’t let him catch me now.The gates loomed ahead, still open, still free. I gunned the accelerator. The house shrank in the rearview mirror, the camera, the office, Ryan, all of it falling away behind me as the road opened wide.I was about to make it. Free. I was about to get away. I was about to get what I wanted. I had the evidence in my purse. I was ready. I was done with this.The gate was just in my reach. Freedom was just ahead. But then, suddenly, a car appeared. Out of nowhere. Right in front of me. I shouted, my voice cracking. My hands flinched at the steering wheel. My arms shrank. I didn’t want our cars to collide. I didn’t want this to end here.Instinct took over. I swayed the wheel. The car jerked. Tires screeched. Something....metal, wood, I don

MONIQUEUnfortunately, when I woke up again, it was dark..... Too dark.I was shivering. I was sweating. My whole body felt weak, like it wasn’t even mine anymore. I tried to move, but my limbs wouldn’t listen. I tried to shout, but I couldn’t even tell if the sound left my mouth. Everything was hazy....sound, sight, thought.Somewhere in the blur, I thought I heard Ryan’s voice. Low. Close. I couldn’t be sure. I couldn’t remember clearly.And then, as if time folded in on itself, I woke up again. Daylight streamed faintly through the curtains, and I realized I was still in the same room. But this time, things were different. There were IVs in my arm. Clear tubes ran from a bag above me, dripping something into my veins. On the table beside the bed sat a new bottle of pills, a fresh glass of water.And Ryan.The moment I opened my eyes, my throat burned with dryness. I was so thirsty it hurt. My lips cracked when I tried to speak, but no words came, just a rasp of air. My eyes went to

MONIQUEI know she slipped. She didn’t mean to tell me that I was in Ariana's house.“Oh dear, I’m so sorry,” she says quickly. “Look, we will talk. We’ll talk about everything..... But right now, I’m more focused on you gaining your strength back and making sure you’re as comfortable as possible.”“Comfortable?” I echo. My voice is sharper now. “I thought you were helping me get out of here.”“I am,” she says firmly. “And I will. But like I said, this is Ariana’s house. She’s here with Ryan, and they have a strong hold on you. You don’t know what I had to go through just to let them allow me in here. Trust me, Monique. Do not doubt me. I am the only way for you to get out of this room and out of this house. And I need you to stop doubting me. I need you to trust me, Monique. Do you think you can do that?”I hesitated. This was Ryan’s mother. This was Mrs. Bennett. From the moment I found out the truth about my marriage, I knew she was cunning and deceptive. But then again, what choic

MONIQUEWhen Mrs. Bennett left, nobody came into the room until she came back the next morning.By then, I was feeling a lot better. When she walked in, she had brought me breakfast, a real breakfast this time. Waffles, sausages, eggs.... She had gone all out. But I knew she didn’t make it. I’ve known her long enough to know she doesn’t cook unless it’s one of those rare occasions, Christmas, New Year’s, maybe a birthday, when she decides to make one special dish for the sake of family tradition. That’s just how she is.Still, I didn’t question her. She said she’d prepared it, and I just nodded along.She brought me food, asked how I was doing, handed me the pills, poured me water, and watched until I swallowed them. That’s what she did....for three days. Breakfast, lunch, dinner. Then she’d tell me she was leaving and would be back tomorrow.And this went on and on.By the fourth day, I was already feeling stronger. Clear-headed. My body didn’t ache the way it used to, and I had fina

MONIQUERyan walked in like a man returning to his kingdom, chin high, shoulders squared, arrogance dripping off him like cologne. He didn’t even glance around the room before settling into the chair like it was a throne meant just for him.That smile, smug and infuriating, spread across his face as his eyes landed on me.“Today was a very good day,” he said, leaning back with casual ease. “I just hope that as we finish our talk today, you’re not going to mess it up for me.”My temper snapped before I could stop myself.“Did you put me in here just to starve me? To let me die of dehydration and hunger?”“Wow,” he said, almost amused.“Yes, wow!” I shot back. “I haven’t eaten anything. I haven’t drunk anything the whole day. And you know I’m taking meds. Why the hell am I even here if you can’t take care of me?”He tilted his head slightly, feigning confusion. “What’s that sound?”“What sound?” I frowned, trying to listen, but there was nothing.“That one,” he said, tapping his ear, hi