All Chapters of DIVORCED MORNING AND REMARRIED TO HIS BROTHER BY NIGHT: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

MONIQUEMr. Smith slid the envelope toward me slowly.No one spoke.I couldn’t even bring myself to touch it.My name. Written in my father’s handwriting. Right there on the front.And I just couldn’t take it anymore.I cried.“I’m so sorry, my child…” Mr. Smith said as he stood up from his seat, reaching out as if to comfort me.But Ryan immediately raised his hand.“She is my wife. I will take care of her,” he said, trying to pull me toward him, to hold me, to pretend-comfort me, like he had any right.But the last thing I wanted was Ryan’s false comfort. He was one of the reasons I was crying so hard.And I didn’t even think, didn’t hesitate as I quickly stood, snatched the letter from the table, and ran out of the room.I heard Ryan’s voice calling after me.“Monique!”I heard the footsteps behind me. I heard shouting—Ryan’s voice, Mr. Smith’s voice, all mixing together. But I didn’t know what they were saying. I didn’t even know where I was going.I was just running.I reached th

THE BENNETS A few weeks ago. Ryan. The minute Ryan saw Monique and her aunt step into his office, he knew something was wrong. Terribly wrong. His chest tightened, and before his mind fully caught up, he was already moving. He stormed out of the office, down the hallway, and straight towards his car. He didn’t even bother telling his assistant where he was going. He got into his car and drove—fast. There was no universe where Monique was simply checking out his office. No. He knew her. He knew her tells. Her silences. The tension in her jaw, the way her eyes moved when she was hiding something. Something was going on, and he needed to get home. He needed to get there first. Because he knew exactly what she was searching for. And he knew what she was planning to do next. She was going to leave. He had seen it in her eyes this morning. The way she flinched. The way she looked at him, not with fear that kept her in place like before but with fear that made her move. He had hoped

THE BENNETTSNOW.Ryan didn’t like this. He didn’t like this at all. Something told him there was a problem.He didn’t like how they came in, how the whole office seemed to have been cleared out, how there was suddenly space made specifically for them. That entrance. That silence. The way Mr. Smith had stood receiving them, waiting like he expected something, like he already knew something was going to happen.Mr. Smith looked too prepared for this. And if he was too prepared, then it couldn’t be anything good. Not for Ryan, at least.Ryan didn't like the way Monique had left, the way she had run out of the room. Maybe she had gone to cry her eyes out, or maybe she had escaped. And here was Mr. Smith blocking him, standing directly in his way when Ryan tried to go after her.“Move,” Ryan said, his voice low and tight.Mr. Smith didn’t move.He only replied, steady and calm, “Ryan, I’m going to need you to sit down.”Ryan’s jaw tightened.He didn’t want to sit down. He wanted to go aft

The BENNETTSAfter a while, Mr Smith started laughing.“Okay, fine. Please do it. Why don’t you call everybody you know? Pull all the resources you have. You’re rich, right? I mean it..... do it.” He leaned back in his chair, smirking. “You came into my office to threaten me over something that I have nothing to do with.”“You have everything to do with it,” Ryan snapped. “Your secretary is missing for some kind of reason. The office was deserted today. You planned this.”“I would love to see you prove that in front of a jury,” Mr Smith said coolly. “Because I don’t know who you think I am, and I don’t know who you think you are, but there are laws in this country—laws that should be followed.”Mr Smith glanced at his watch, unbothered. “I wonder why you’re so angry by the way. Monique has been gone for what?” He tapped his watch. “Probably thirty, forty minutes, and you’re already freaking out? Is there something I should know? Because she’s an adult. She can take time for herself.

MONIQUEWe sat together — Marcus, my aunt, and me—after the reunion, tears finally slowed. My throat was raw, my eyes burned, and my hands wouldn’t stop shaking. They were both watching me with the same terrified concern.“What happened?” my aunt asked softly. Marcus didn’t say anything, but the way he leaned forward told me he needed the answer just as much.So I told them.Not everything. Not the full horror. Not the pieces that still felt like glass stuck in my throat. But I gave them a picture....enough for them to understand what I had survived. Enough for them to see the monster Ryan and his family truly were.When I finished, my aunt’s face twisted with rage and heartbreak.“That man is a monster,” she said, her voice trembling. “A monster.” She reached for me, pulling me into her arms with a kind of desperation I hadn’t felt in years. “As soon as you came home crying, I should have taken you away from there. Maybe when you came to me… maybe you really just needed to leave. We