All Chapters of MARRIED UNTIL MONDAY: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

KANE'S POV An hour, that’s probably how long I stayed under the water, maybe more. I only knew because when I finally looked at my hands, my skin was wrinkled like paper left in the rain. Pathetic, sitting there until the water went lukewarm, clinging to it like it could wash her out of my head. It didn’t, nothing ever does. I stepped out and dried my body off, threw clothes on without thinking, each movement was mechanical. Pull the shirt, tug the pants. Nothing felt right. My chest was still tight, my head still heavy. Pride is a bastard—it keeps me from saying sorry, from walking back to her and fixing it. Instead it leaves me stuck in a stupid silence, that's killing me more than her. When I opened the door, the room was dark, only the faintest light spilling in from the hallway. My eyes landed on her instantly, all curled up on the far edge of the bed, like she wanted to be as far away from me as possible without actually sleeping on the floor. A gap between us so wide it

ARIA'S POV I should’ve said something. I should’ve corrected her. I should’ve screamed, NO, HE DIDN’T GET ME THE DAMN FLOWERS, A STRANGER DID. But instead, I smiled. My cheeks stretched so wide, I was pretty sure they’d crack open. "Aria, they’re beautiful!" Rhea said, her voice came soft, too soft. And that’s when it hit me—Rhea wasn’t the same. She looked… thinner somehow worn down. The brightness was still there, but dulled, like someone put a curtain over her. Still, it's like she's trying to keep the facade on. And then she winked. WINKED. "So..." she whispered conspiratorially, eyes twinkling, "how was the night, hmm? Kane even got you flowers?" I almost gagged right there on the spot. The flowers were heavy in my hand, suddenly smelling like lies and rot. But I smiled again. My mouth hurt from all this lying. "It was… good." The word scratched my throat on the way out. Kane stood there with a blank poker-faced like the devil himself. Not even a twitch of discomfort.

THIRD PERSON POV (NARRATOR'S POV) The building stretched wide and glassy, a monument of wealth that seemed almost untouchable from the outside. Inside, though, it hummed like a living thing, with phones ringing, printers whirring, shoes clattering against marble, the low murmur of meetings seeping through half-closed doors. It smelled faintly of polished wood, ink, and expensive coffee. Aria hadn’t expected to care. Usually, this was Kane’s world—cold and metallic, all business. She thought she’d walk in, paste her smile on, and let her mind drift elsewhere while Abigail paraded her down bland hallways. But Abigail didn’t just parade. She explained. "These floors house the executive offices.." Abigail began, her voice steady but not monotone. She didn’t just spit facts; she colored them, layering detail over detail in a way that even Aria, who normally tuned out the jargon, found herself leaning into. "Most of Kane’s core team works from here. Each division reports daily—fin

THIRD PERSON POV (NARRATOR'S POV)Rohan’s cruel smile was still etched on his face like a predator savoring it's victory. Aria met his gaze, her own chin high, a defiant fire in her eyes despite the tremor in her hands. The silence in the lobby was thick with the aftermath of their verbal sparring, every employee frozen in place, holding their breath.Then, a jarring, insistent ringtone sliced through the stillness. It was Kane’s phone, vibrating urgently from his pocket, a harsh intrusion into the tense tableau. Kane, who had been watching the confrontation from the glass wall of his office, now strode out, his face still set in a grim line from his own internal battle. He answered immediately, expecting a business update.But as he listened, his expression drained of color. The phone almost slipped from his grasp, his knuckles whitening as he clutched it. "Grandmama? What happened?… Not breathing?… What hospital?"Each word a raw, guttural sound, laced with a panic that Aria had nev

THIRD PERSON POV (NARRATOR'S POV)The nurse's words hung heavy in the air, silencing all previous animosity."A small, unexplained contusion... before her collapse." The implication was stark and undeniable. The previous bickering seemed trivial, almost obscene, in the face of this new, sinister possibility. Everyone was frozen, processing the implication.Kane's face, already pale with grief was now drained of all remaining color. Rohan stopped pacing, his eyes wide with a dawning horror. Aria felt a cold knot tighten in her stomach, her gaze darting between the nurse and the faces of the Callahan family, each reflecting a different shade of shock and dawning suspicion.Even Zane and Sibil, for a fleeting moment, seemed genuinely stunned into silence.Kane was the first to break the silence. He pushed himself out of the chair, moving towards the nurse with an urgency that belied his earlier defeat. His voice was a low growl. "A contusion? What kind of contusion? Are you saying... she