Lahat ng Kabanata ng DIVORCED, I RETURNED TO MY POWERFUL BROTHERS.: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

(Rebecca’s POV)“I want a divorce, Rebecca.”The words landed like a bombshell, ripping through the air and stealing the breath from my lungs.I froze.Surely, I had misheard him.“Sorry… what?”He didn't even bother sparing me a glance, as he focused on loosening his tie, like he hadn’t just said the unthinkable.He had just returned home after spending the night out with no explanation, and when I demanded one, this was his response.“J…Jason?”He looked up at me sharply, irritation clouding his face.“You heard me clearly. This marriage is not working, so I want out.”Oh my God. He was serious.My stomach hollowed. For a second, the floor felt unsteady beneath my feet. I clutched my handbag tighter, the folded papers inside rustling faintly against my fingers.“Jason… you can’t be serious.” The words tumbled out in a desperate rush. “Is this because I asked where you spent the night? I’m sorry. I know I sounded like I was nagging. You’ve been under so much pressure at the company,

(Rebecca's POV)The words hit me like a slap on the face. “There's never been a more perfect time in my whole life.”It was at this point I was grateful I was holding on to the banister because I genuinely felt like collapsing. The little boy looked up at Jason with bright, trusting eyes as he continued to ruffle his hair and called him “Daddy.”“That's my boy,” Jason hailed, grinning widely.I swallowed hard and forced the question out, even though I already dreaded the answer. “Is he… truly your son?”Jason glanced down at the boy again, then back at me. His expression hardened. “What are you now, Rebecca? A detective? Well, if it would answer your question, he’s Arabella’s son from her previous marriage. Since Arabella and I are going to get back together, her son will be mine too.”For a second, everything went quiet except for the roaring in my ears. This was the same man who had insisted I stay on contraceptives for years. The same man who had shut down every conversation I tri

(Rebecca's POV)I stared at Jason, feeling another wave of disbelief wash over me. The man who I'd called my husband for years had not only sent me packing for another woman, but had also just watched the same woman insult me in the cruelest way possible, throwing my inability to have children in my face like it was some kind of joke. And here he was now, demanding that I apologize. For protecting a memory. For reacting when my home was being dismantled piece by piece right in front of me.Surely I hadn’t heard him correctly.“Sorry, what?”He didn’t repeat himself. He just looked at me with that same irritated expression he’d had the previous night, like I was the one causing every problem in the world. “You heard me, Rebecca. Go upstairs and apologize to Arabella. She’s really upset and crying. She’s threatening to leave.”I stood there, the faint smell of broken glass and dust still lingering in the air, and felt something inside me go completely numb. Part of me wanted to laugh a

(Rebecca's POV)“Damn right I will,” Arabella snorted defiantly.“I'm gonna count to ten, and I promise you, by the time I'm done, you'll regret every single wrong thing you've said to me the past couple of hours,” I said with a calm coldness that made her rethink her resistance.She looked to Jason for some support. “You're not gonna let her stand there and make fucking threats, are you baby?”Jason bit down hard on his jaw. He'd never seen me as determined as I was. “Just take them off, baby. I'll get you even better ones. I promise..”“You're not folding for this bitch now…” Arabella began whining in disbelief.“Just take the damn things off, Arabella,” Jason snapped in frustration, letting out a tired sigh. He pulled her close, their faces hovering only inches away before he kissed her, as if he wanted to torture me. It hurt. But then it suddenly didn't. They were sore losers and they deserved each other.“My jewelry,” I cut in, the calmness in my voice sounding even dangerous to

(Rebecca’s POV)“If you’ll go with Nick. He’ll show you to the private elevator that’ll take you up to the penthouse suite. It’s an excellent choice. We’re very glad you’re staying with us,” the receptionist smiled cheerily. Yeah. I’d upgraded to the penthouse suite because well.. I could afford it now. Unfortunately so for Jason and his mistress. I let out an exhale as I willed myself to forget about that episode of my life. But I wish life was that simple. “Thank you,” I nodded and followed the bellboy as he led the way to the elevator. Once in the privacy of my suite, I stepped into the shower, peeling off every item of clothing on my body, anything that reminded me of my struggle with Arabella. The memory made my skin crawl.I stood under the shower, soaking in the warm water as I imagined it washed away everything that I'd been through up until the present. Including Jason. Especially Jason. But life wasn't that easy, not by any stretch.I broke down in tears, my hands plante