All Chapters of DIVORCED MORNING AND REMARRIED TO HIS BROTHER BY NIGHT: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Mrs. Bennett was about to leave when I suddenly remembered.“Mom, wait.”She stopped and turned back to face me, her expression already tinged with impatience. “What is it this time, Monique?”I swallowed hard. “I just… I need to let you know that I have a follow-up appointment. With the doctor. I’m supposed to go back to the hospital in two weeks so they can check how I’m doing, for a follow-up appointment. So if I’m going to this retreat, it can’t be for longer than two weeks. I have to be back for that.”She paused, her face unreadable as she seemed to consider it. Then she came back, lowering herself into the seat beside me once more.“I don’t think that will be a problem,” she said. Her voice softened, almost tender. “You know…” She tilted her head, a small, knowing smile on her lips. “Ryan didn’t want this. I know you said it was his idea, but truthfully, he didn’t want you going anywhere. He still wants you here with us. But I managed to convince him. I told him you were just

I rolled my eyes immediately and said, “I’m not getting in the car with you.”He leaned slightly forward, resting his arm on the steering wheel. “You’re really stubborn, you know that?” he said, his voice half amused, half tired.I gave him a sweet, mocking smile. “And you’re still standing there wasting your gas,” I replied, and then turned, walking down the street without another glance.I kept walking. I didn’t even look back.Let him watch me from that fancy car of his. Let him stew in whatever he was trying to create. I didn’t owe him anything. Not my time. Not my trust. Not even my attention.But then I heard the car door open. Heard the sound of his shoes hitting the pavement. I picked up my pace.“You think you can outrun me?” he called out behind me. He sounded amused.I didn’t answer. Just kept going.“Monique,” his voice was firmer now. “Stop.”I stopped.Not because he said so. But because I wanted to. My fists were clenched at my sides. I turned around slowly and faced hi

I turned toward Marcus, unable to hold back the amazement on my face. “Is this real?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.He laughed heartily, “Yes, it’s real.”“Are you sure I’m not dreaming?” I asked again, not quite trusting my senses.“Yes,” he said, stepping closer, eyes glinting with amusement. “I’m sure you’re not dreaming, Monique,” he said softly, grinning. I didn’t know why hearing my name from his lips felt so good but it did. “I’m not sure,” I added, a bright smile tugging at my lips. “I should probably pinch myself.”“I can do you one better,” he said as he slid his arm around my waist, pulling me closer—and then his lips captured mine in a kiss that took the breath from my lungs. It was slow, but powerful.When he finally pulled back, his gaze searched mine. “Does that feel like a dream?”“Yes,” I murmured, my voice raw with emotion. “It feels like a dream come true.”He laughed again and let me go, his hands lingering at my waist for a moment longer before slipping aw

The BennettsWhen Mrs. Bennett returned, the look on her face said it all. Angry. Disappointed. No... furious.Ryan sat up straighter. “What happened? What did she want?”His mother didn’t sit down. She stood by the door, arms crossed tightly over her chest. “Apparently, your wife just packed her bag and decided she was leaving.”“Leaving?” Ryan blinked, caught off guard. “Going where?”“That’s the same question I had.” Her eyes glinted coldly. “But don’t worry. She’s not leaving anymore.”Something about the way she said it made Ryan pause. There was a wicked gleam in her eyes now. Something calculated. “Not the place she thought she was going anyway.”Ryan narrowed his eyes. “What do you mean?”Mrs. Bennett gave a little shrug. “Your wife told me you were the one who suggested she go somewhere. Relax. Clear her head before committing again.” Mrs Benett rolled her eyes.Ryan shifted in his seat, glancing toward his mother. “And?” he asked cautiously.“So,” she said with a smirk, “sh

The Benetts“Ryan!” Mr. Bennett’s voice cut through the room like a blade.Silence fell instantly.“Enough,” he said, standing up and walking toward them. “Take a step back. Take a breath. Just do what your mother said. Look for her. Find her. Then and only then, you can start pointing fingers and asking who failed and who didn’t.”He stopped a foot from Ryan and looked him square in the eye.“Because I can assure you... Monique was clueless. As clueless about everything going on around her as she has been for the past ten years. The girl didn’t even know what kind of house she was married into. She didn’t know anything.”No one spoke. The air was thick with tension, bitter and sharp.Ryan finally turned his back on them again, jaw flexing, fists clenched. He didn’t say another word.He took out his phone, his fingers flying furiously across the screen. His parents stood behind him, watching his back in silence, both of them knowing better than to interrupt him when he was in this sta