All Chapters of DIVORCED MORNING AND REMARRIED TO HIS BROTHER BY NIGHT: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

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My Fault

MONIQUEI didn't answer. It didn't matter; her words were the same old web drafted to keep me quiet, to fold me back into the life she approved of.“It doesn't matter if you answer me, Monique. I'm not going to talk to Ryan if this is going to be your attitude towards him.” Her voice sharpened. She sounded suddenly tired of bargaining.“Whatever you say, mother,” I said, my voice flat, relentless.Anger rose hot and raw. I pictured lashing out, imagined putting my hands around her throat, but the image fizzed away under the weight of consequence. I would end up in a cell or worse, dead in some ditch. So I forced a nod. “ I'll do whatever you say. ” I said.She smiled then, a small, precise thing that did not reach her eyes. “Good,” she said, as if that closed the matter.She then walked away, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor. At the door, she paused, turning back toward me with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.“Don’t worry,” she said, smoothing her blouse. “You’

Last Updated : 2025-10-12

Forgive Each Other

MONIQUESo, I just nodded again.“Okay, good,” she said with a pleased smile. “He’s going to bring you lunch. I have a hair appointment, I’ve got to get my nails done, and I have dinner with your father tonight, which I am not going to miss. So he’ll bring you lunch. Be on your best behavior, okay? When I come back tomorrow, I don’t want to find you in this room anymore. I want you to be out of here, back in your home, and everything to go back to normal. Do you understand me, Monique?”I nodded again.She stood up, started walking toward the door, then turned back.“Monique,” she said, her tone sharper now. “I want you to understand this is serious. You cannot make Ryan mad. You’ve already pushed him over the limit. Just do what he asks. I’m doing this for you. I want to get you out of this room. Do you understand?”I nodded once more.“Good,” she said, her voice softening again as if we were back to pretending. “You be a good girl.”Then she reached out and parted my hair the same w

Last Updated : 2025-10-13

Drug Me

MONIQUE“I want you to forgive me. That’s all I have ever wanted....” Ryan says,“Okay, Ryan,” I said. Nothing more. He kept watching me. “I forgive you.”“Are you sure?” he pressed. “You can’t go back on your word.”“I’m sure,” I said. “And I forgive you.”“Good.” He smiled, the kind of smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “That’s a good start. That’s a good start.”Then his tone shifted, colder, more deliberate. “I already talked to Mr. Smith. We have an appointment with him on Friday.”I just nodded along. I didn’t even know what day it was.“We'll go to his office. There are documents we’re going to sign. He’s going to try and get you not to sign, but you’re going to sign them, aren’t you, Monique?”I nodded again, my throat dry.“And just as an incentive,” he continued, his voice calm in that terrifying way he had, “if you think about not signing them, I want you to know that I know where your aunt is. And I can do anything I want to her.”He paused, watching my face, waiting for i

Last Updated : 2025-10-14

Are You

MONIQUEI sat there for a while, staring at nothing, my mind blank, until finally I stood and made my way toward the bathroom.Everything looked familiar, too familiar. The tiles, the mirror, the scent of my favourite soap. It was as if time had reset everything to the way it was before. Before I left. Before that accident, I still couldn’t remember.I turned on the shower and stepped under the water. The water hit my skin, hot and heavy, and for a fleeting second, I almost felt alive. The sound of it drowned out the noise in my head... Ryan’s voice and his threats. I let the water run until the fog on the mirror blurred my reflection. That was better.... I didn’t want to see who I had become.When I was done, I went to my closet, or what used to be mine. Everything was neatly folded, organized, untouched, like I’d never been gone. But standing there, surrounded by silk and soft colors, I felt nothing. This didn’t feel like home. It felt like another kind of prison, a golden one, sure

Last Updated : 2025-10-15

Everything's Fine

MONIQUEI swallowed, staring at Ryan.Then, all of a sudden, a smile appeared on his face as he stepped farther into the room. He came closer, holding both my arms, his touch light but firm.“Are you feeling any better?” he asked.“Ah?” I mumbled, a little confused, still dizzy and dazed, wondering if he had seen the phone, if he had seen me hiding it or if he had noticed something was wrong.“The pills,” he said, nodding toward the bedside table. “I told the maid to bring them up to you. Take them. They’ll help with the headache and fight off the remnants of what you took yesterday.”“You mean what you.....when you drugged me?” I asked quietly.But he brushed that off easily, as if I hadn’t spoken at all. His eyes moved to the table, to the untouched glass of water and the white pills still sitting there.“Come on,” he said. “Take them. The police have already arrived. Just drink the pills, have something to eat, and then come downstairs. I already told them you are here, that you we

Last Updated : 2025-10-16

How I Got Here

MONIQUEFor a second, I felt like I had been put on the spot. I could feel Ryan’s gaze on me, burning with warning, but I could also see the officer’s eyes waiting.... expectant, patient for what I would say."......... I....." I began, but I couldn’t finish. My voice cracked.I so badly wanted to tell the officers the truth, but one look at Ryan told me that would be a wrong move.I cleared my throat. “Everything is fine, officers… like Ryan said. It’s just jet lag. We’ve been flying for a long time, and...... It’s just jet lag. I’m going to feel a little bit better with enough air and time to relax.”Ryan moved to my side as he slid his arm around my waist, smiling at me before turning back to the officers.“Like I said, officers,” he said smoothly, “everything is right here. There’s nothing to be concerned about. Monique is my wife. Like we both said at the police station a few days ago, we just had a little misunderstanding. But you have to understand.....we’ve been married for te

Last Updated : 2025-10-17

Good

MONIQUEI pace in the room, but the more I pace, the more I feel like a caged animal. I feel the walls are closing in on me. The air feels too thick, too hard to breathe. I don’t know what the limits are anymore, but I know one thing..... I can’t stay here.I’m going out.I’m so tired of being in the same room for hours and hours, staring at the same walls, the same windows that never open far enough. All I need is to be out there. Just to breathe.So that’s exactly what I do. I grab the door handle and walk out. My steps are fast at first, almost frantic, then slower, steadier, but I keep going. I don’t even know where I’m going, I just keep walking, and walking, and walking.... Until I find myself standing in front of the gate.The sight of it pulls a memory from me, my aunt and I, rushing out of the house, our hands trembling, my heart pounding as I started the car. I remember the loud crack when I hit the gatepost. The panic. The desperation.But the gate now....it’s perfect. Unto

Last Updated : 2025-10-18

Don't You Want To Know

MONIQUERyan gives me a bright, blinding smile.“All in due time,” he replies smoothly. “If you do what you have to do, I’ll let you and your aunt go.”I swallow hard, nodding.“Good,” he says again, glancing at his watch. “Now, I have to go. Be a good girl.”And then he leaves. I stand there in front of the door, watching him get into his car and drive off. Silence follows, pressing into my chest as I stare at the empty driveway.I stand outside, watching the empty driveway long after Ryan’s car disappears from sight, probably longer than I should, before finally walking back into the house.I head straight to the kitchen, where Maria and Natasha are working. “We are expecting guests tonight,” I tell them. “Ryan’s parents will be coming over for dinner, so please prepare something for that.”They both nod immediately, but their eyes stay fixed on the counter. Neither of them looks at me; it feels like they are waiting for me to leave so they can finally breathe.I turn away and go u

Last Updated : 2025-10-19

Home

MONIQUEI look at him.Before I answer, I remember....this is Ryan. There’s no point in his eyes. He looks almost excited, and that alone makes me pause before I finally ask, quietly,“Where is she?”“Then why don’t you sit down?” he says.So I walk in and take a seat.Mr. and Mrs. Bennett sit on the long couch opposite me; Ryan takes an armchair, and I do the same. We’re positioned like we’re in some kind of meeting, like I’m the one being interviewed, or interrogated.Natasha walks in soon after, carrying a tray. She brings Mrs. Bennett a glass of wine, whiskey for both Mr. Bennett and Ryan, and for me… a glass of water. Not that I asked for it, or anyone cares what I want—but whatever. I don’t even care anymore.I place the glass down on the table and wait for Ryan to speak. But he doesn’t.He just sits there, savoring the moment, letting everyone’s eyes stay fixed on me. It’s almost as if he’s feeding off it, off my discomfort, off the tension.And that’s when it hits me. God, how

Last Updated : 2025-10-20

House Walk

MONIQUEI look at him, staring at him, my eyes wide. Given that he’s threatening me here, in front of his parents, I understand what this is: his way of showing me that I have no one to run to. This is him telling me that his parents are with him, that I’m alone.... and that no one will help me.“Oh, would you please stop scaring the poor girl?” Mrs. Bennett says, her voice soft and motherly as she walks toward Ryan. She lays her hand gently on his shoulder. Ryan smirks at me before standing up and leaving the room.A few seconds later, Mr. Bennett rises too. He doesn’t look at me, doesn’t say a word. He just follows his son out, leaving the air filled with tension.Mrs. Bennett is the only one still there. She stands over me, watching me with a sweet smile I do not trust.“How are you doing? How are you feeling?” she asks again, her tone falsely tender, as if she’s forgotten she already asked me that earlier.“I’m doing good,” I manage to say, though my voice barely makes it out.Sh

Last Updated : 2025-10-21

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