Rowan Wednesday Novels & Stories

She turned to the unfamiliar faces at the far end of the table. “You know, Rhea’s father works for Rowan. Right after the wedding, he got a promotion. My Rowan is so generous.” I opened my mouth. A sharp crack cut across the table, cutlery hitting porcelain. I flinched and turned. Rowan was staring at his stepmother, his jaw tight. “It’s a hot day and we just drove miles to get here.”His voice was low, controlled, the kind of calm that made people stop breathing. “Can you manage to not embarrass yourself at the table?”

"You are firing me to be your girlfriend?" "No," Rowan scoffed. "I am just giving you the rest of the week off. No stress week. A pregnant woman should not be stressed. "I am not pregnant, Rowan," Amanda snapped. "You are supposed to be. So take the remaining days off." Rowan said. "Today is just Tuesday. What will I be doing?" Amanda exclaimed in frustration. "Trust me you will be busy" Rowan said softly. "And please go through those documents. I don't want my head down on Friday."

Rowan sat by my bed, his fingers tapping his knee neurotically. Recently, he'd spent all his time by my side. The bruises under his eyes were proof of how long he'd gone without proper rest. His phone was face-down on the bedside table. Since the last incident, he'd stopped taking Tina's calls. "It's our wedding anniversary today," he said softly, placing a small cake before me. "I remember you saying that you liked blueberry-flavored ones."

As Rowan stood in her kitchen, endeavoring to prepare David's favorite meal, her thoughts were interrupted by the piercing sound of her phone ringing. With a surge of anticipation, she eagerly answered the call, only to be greeted by the cheerful voice of her best friend, Rolland. He was the one person who had stood by her side since the tragic loss of her pregnancy. "Hello, my dear bestie," Rowan exclaimed, her voice exuding happiness at the sound of Rolland's familiar tone. "Are you sure you're not joining me for the party? The manager invited both of us, you know." A tinge of sadness crept into Rolland's voice as Rowan replied, "I won't be attending. Remember, today is my first wedding a

“Have an exquisite evening. I need to hear every detail.” “Friday night for a glass of red? Rowan is venturing out for business.” “I’m in. I’ll assume Valeria is as well.” As we severed the link, I felt the familiar weight of gratitude for my inner circle. Rowan entered the foyer, looking exhausted and behind schedule. It was past the ninth hour, and he had promised to return by the sixth. He had sent a note of apology, but I hadn't had a chance to respond. He saw Freya still lingering and frowned. “Freya, you’re late.”

When she met his eyes he smiled at her, admiring her new attire as well. “Are we filling the halls with just about any scoundrel on the street now?” Windsor’s words traveled through the room, and Grace, much like everyone else, ignored him. She walked side by side with Kara, and Philip pulled the chair out for her. Grace took her seat and gave him an uncomfortable smile as they all started to take their place. Rowan walked in dressed in a flashy black uniform with a red-and purple emblem on the center of his pocket. He took a seat across from Kara, and Grace realized that she was seated right next to Philip. For a moment, there was complete silence, until Phillip cleared the air.

Her back is facing them. "I'll order our coffee, what do you want?" "As usual." The woman answered. "Okay," Evan. Her hunch is true, he is dating! Evan walked past her so she bent herself to hide her face. It looks like he is a regular customer in the shop from the way the employees talk to him. "I told you we can just meet later, Evan. You wanted to see me first thing in the morning, huh? Miss me that much?" Bea acted as if she was going to vomit from what the girl is saying. If only she knew that she was the first woman Evan sees every morning, she'll probably be ashamed by now for saying such a thing.

let out a frustrated growl, threw his fist at Kaytly Blanche, causing Kaytly to scream in fear. The fist fell on the glass in Kaytly Blanche's hand, broke into pieces instantly, and fresh blood flowed from Rowan's hand. He turned over, pulled out his clothes, a cigarette, and smoked. Kaytly Blanche straightened her clothes, watching the blood flow non-stop on his hands, silent tears streaming down her face. "Rowan, I'm sorry?" "Ah, is it my fault? Did I just completely forget about someone who once abandoned me?" Rowan mocked himself with a wry smile, a tear in the corner of his eye. "Rowan, you...." "Don't say anything? I understand, I'm doing this for you today, just like I wanted to spen

"Don't push yourself to unpack everything at once. We've got time." "I won't," I promise. "Just the essentials today." We finish breakfast with small talk. Jane tells a story about her cousin's bridal shower, something about a game that went hilariously wrong. Rowan laughs at all the right moments, asking follow-up questions, being the attentive boyfriend. I smile and nod and try to look engaged, but inside I'm still thinking about those two letters. About an hour later, Rowan emerges from the bedroom in his scrubs, work bag slung over his shoulder. He’s been called in for an emergency shift at the hospital.

By the evening of the third day, Freya was unraveling. She was in the kitchen making tea when the front door opened. Rowan stepped inside, looking wrecked—tie loosened, eyes wild, rain soaking his hair. Their gazes locked across the loft, and the air ignited. “I can’t do this,” he growled, stalking toward her. “I tried. Three fucking days and I’m losing my mind without you.”