All Chapters of DIVORCED MORNING AND REMARRIED TO HIS BROTHER BY NIGHT: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

MONIQUEWhen we get back inside, I quickly get changed, and I hurry downstairs to Marcus’s office to see if he’s phoned his friend, if they talked, and to see what’s going on.I knock, and when his voice calls me in, I push the door open. He’s still on the phone. He raises a hand, telling me two minutes, so I sit down and wait.“Okay, we are on our way,” he says before hanging up.Then he turns toward me.“So… what did he say?” I ask immediately.“Okay,” he begins, leaning back slightly. “He’s agreed to take you as a client. Even though he has a huge case going on right now, I called in a favour. He’s personally going to take care of your case. And since this is going to turn out to be a public case, it’s going to be the state against Ryan, so he’ll mostly be assisting the public prosecutor who ends up handling it. But...” He points a finger lightly for emphasis. “He told me he’s going to be with you every step of the way. He’ll guide you, advise you, everything you'll need. He’s got

MONIQUEPatrick rose from his seat, smoothing a hand over his tie, the decision already made.“Alright,” he said calmly, “I’ve already contacted the lead officer. They’re expecting us at the station.”I blinked. “Us?”“Yes.” His tone firmed. “I will accompany you. Both of you.” His gaze moved to Aunt Jane. “Mrs Aster, you are now officially under my protection as a secondary client.”Aunt Jane nodded, visibly relieved.“And Marcus?” I asked quietly.Patrick turned to him. His tone softened with respect, but with boundaries.“Marcus, you’re not part of the legal case, so you don’t need to give a statement today. However,” he offered a polite nod, “you are welcome to accompany them for moral support. But once we reach the station, the legal process will involve only Monique and her aunt.”Marcus accepted that with a quiet nod, as if he had already been expecting that. Patrick continued, voice steady and author

MONIQUEI sighed before I continued,“He told me about you accusing him of trying to get me to divorce Ryan,” I said firmly. “I already told you, I do not want to be with Ryan. I do not want to be married to him a second longer. It wasn’t Marcus’s decision, and you still went and confronted him.”“Is that what he told you?” she asked, narrowing her eyes.“He didn’t tell me the exact words you used,” I admitted. “But he told me you used some big words.”I took a breath and steadied myself. I didn't want to upset her but I was also really upset at her.“Look… I know just because Marcus saved our lives doesn’t mean we owe him everything or that he’s entitled to know every detail about us. But I would really like it if you didn’t shove it in his face that we didn’t trust him....because honestly? He’s the only one who has our back right now.”“If you’re looking for someone to have our back, there’s Mr Smith,” she countered. “He’s a lawyer. I’m sure, with that worth of yours...he can give u

MONIQUEI swallowed, trying to gather whatever patience I had left, but my aunt’s eyes were sharp, unblinking, already drilling into me like she was two seconds away from exploding.“Auntie…” I began, but she lifted her hand, stopping me.“No. Don’t ‘Auntie’ me.” Her voice had that tight, trembling edge, “Yesterday you disappeared for hours, today you slept the entire afternoon, and now you’re wandering around the estate in the dark like a ghost. You don’t answer me, you don’t sit with me, you don’t tell me anything anymore. I’m your aunt, Monique. I’m supposed to know what’s going on with you.”I sighed. “Nothing is going on with me. I just....”“Don’t lie.” She stepped forward. “You’ve been....distant. And now you are glued to Marcus....”“I’m not glued to Marcus.” My voice rose, before I could help it.Her eyebrows shot up. “Really? Because the way you follow him around, the way you two disappear....”“We don’t disappear,” I said, frustrated.“—and the way you’ve suddenly forgotten

MONIQUEHe laughed this time. “I can’t imagine your aunt walking into your bedroom and finding me in there. She will lose it.”I couldn’t help myself, I laughed too.Without waiting for him to answer, I turned and started walking toward his bedroom, holding his hand. Of course, he had to follow.When we reached his bedroom, I went to use the bathroom first and took a shower. I came back wrapped in a towel while he excused himself and went in after me. I went to his closet, chose a T-shirt, and put it on. It reached my thighs, almost like a dress. I walked back into the bedroom and pulled the blankets over me, intending to wait for Marcus to come back from the bathroom.But I guess I was too tired. Because when I woke up in the morning, I was by myself. For a second, I thought Marcus hadn’t slept in the bed at all. But then I noticed his side, rumpled sheets, disturbed pillows. And then I heard the water running in the bathroom.I sighed and took a deep breath. Because if he had left a