All Chapters of DIVORCED MORNING AND REMARRIED TO HIS BROTHER BY NIGHT: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

MONIQUENico then left the room, leaving me with a big smile on my face.... This must be love, playing on my head.I quickly went into the closet. I didn't want him to come back and find me in the towel. I was going to put on his shirt before I went downstairs to my bedroom and changed. And guess what surprise I found in Marcus's closet? There were a few dresses on one side of his closet. Five dresses, two pairs of shoes, some night wear, even pants and bras.Okay, I know this doesn't scream move into my room, but it screams she's going to be sleeping here, and I like it.So I quickly get changed when I hear Marcus come back into the bedroom.“Precious,” he calls to me.I smile to myself as I walk back into the room. “Yes, darling,” I answer back with a smile.He smiles back. “Here is the retainer agreement from Mr Smith.”“Have you read it?” I asked him.“Yes, I went over it yesterday.”“And what do you think?”He looks at me for a few seconds before he smiles.“What?” I ask unsure w

MONIQUEThe moment they were gone, my aunt turned fully toward me.“What’s going on, Monique? What have you done now?”I swallowed. “Can you sit down?” I asked quietly.“No, I’m not going to sit down,” she snapped. “You make another decision without telling me anything, and I thought we were making all the decisions together.""We are, Aunty. We are, okay? Don’t make this such a big deal. He is only here for security.” She paused, then frowned. “Personal security, isn’t that like a bodyguard? What the hell?”“Yes,” I said softly. “A bodyguard.”“Why do you even need a bodyguard, Monique?” she demanded.“Look, Aunt Jane.” I started, my voice already shaking. “I know we both went through hell together, but I’m just.....”I closed my eyes for a second before opening them again. “I’m scared, Auntie. Okay?”Her face changed instantly. The sharpness melted away as she came toward me and pulled out the chair beside mine, sitting close.“What are you afraid of, darling?” she asked gently.“R

MONIQUEMy Aunt kept eye contact before continuing."I thought if you really needed me, if you really wanted me in your life, you would have reached out to me, Monique, right? Because you were a whole person, a whole adult with your own heart and your own head. I thought you would look for your aunt, the only real relative you had left.... But you didn’t." He says accusingly before she continues."And years went by. Year after year. And you never reached out.... I thought you were happy. I would sometimes see you in magazines, when the two of you would go out, and you looked happy. How would I have known that they had put you in their cult of family?"The only thing I could do was cry.“I am sorry, Monique, okay? I am so sorry for letting you down. I let all of you down... I have let down your mother. I have let down your father. And I'm just… I'm so sorry.”I didn’t answer her right away as we were both in tears. After everything she had just said, it felt like there was too much ang

MONIQUEThen Mr Smith turns to me and hugs me too.It’s awkward and hesitant, but it happens.“Welcome, welcome,” he says warmly. “Please, sit down.”He gestures toward the sofas in his office instead of having us sit across from him at his desk.He immediately calls his secretary in. “What would you like to have?” she asks sweetly.“Coffee,” my aunt says.“Water,” I say.“Water for me as well,” Mr Smith adds.As we wait, my aunt and Mr Smith start talking about my mom and my dad, about how fun those times used to be. Most of what they talk about are memories I was too young to remember.I sit there quietly, listening Anyway.Mr Smith smiled softly as he listened to my aunt, nodding along, his eyes warm with nostalgia.“Your father had a way of filling a room,” he said. “Even when he wasn’t speaking, you knew he was there.”“And her mother,” my aunt added with a small laugh that didn’t quite hide the ache behind it. “Always laughing. Always arguing with him about something.”I smiled

MONIQUEI wasn’t sure whether Mr Smith's words were meant as reassurance or a warning.I nodded, but something unsettled me. The ease with which Mr Smith had shifted, from the man who’d been offended by my hesitation to this one, calm and prepared for resistance, felt deliberate. As if he had expected this moment all along.When we were finished, he collected the documents. “I’ll have my secretary redo the changes.”He typed on his desk before he called her in, handed over the pages, and she left the office with them.“You’re learning quickly,” he said, turning towards me. “Most clients don’t realise how much power is exercised quietly, in conversations they never hear.”“That’s exactly why I want to hear about them,” I replied.I couldn’t read his expression. I couldn’t tell whether it was approval or calculation.He leaned back, folding his hands, mirroring his earlier posture. “You’re right to be careful, Monique. Power should never exist without visibility.”The words were perfect