Janet’s Pov
“What the hell is happening here?” Rowan’s voice cut through the air like a blade. It was sharp, cold, and filled with something unreadable. My heart clenched, but I refused to look weak. “So, you’re back, huh? Finally taking a break from playing knight in shining armor for your best friend’s wife?” My words dripped with sarcasm, sharper than I intended. But he said nothing, only frowned slightly. He stood at the doorway, his piercing gaze sweeping over the room—over the mess his mother had made of my things. Then his eyes landed on me. “Rowan! Thank God you’re home!” Mrs. Caroline’s voice was sharp, triumphant. She snatched the divorce papers from the table and shoved them toward him. “Read this! Look at what this… this woman is demanding in the divorce agreement! She thinks she can walk away with everything! I will make sure she leaves with nothing.” Rowan took the papers, his jaw tightening as his eyes scanned the pages. His fingers clenched tighter with every word. A flicker of surprise crossed his face. I knew it. I knew he hadn't expected me to actually go through with it. Screw his stupid pride! Like he could read my curse, his gaze met mine. I almost laughed. He wore this face of shock as if this was not what he wanted for a long time. I'm just granting his wishes… Mrs. Caroline wasn’t done. “She is returning everything she has taken from us, Rowan” she snapped. “If not for this family, she wouldn’t even know what luxury life is! Now that she’s no longer one of us, she must return everything.” She turned her gaze to the bag in my hand—the designer bag I had packed my clothes in. “And that bag,” she said coldly. “Grandma forced him to buy it for you. That, too, stays here. Don't think for once you are going with it.” I stared at her, not speaking a word. Was this how little they thought of me? Like they had done me a favor, like I was some charity case? A bitter laugh escaped my lips before I could stop it. The humiliation. The insults. The years of being looked down on. The weight of it all crushed against my chest like a dagger being slowly twisted. Rowan was still silent, still gripping the papers, his face dark and unreadable. Isn't this what he wanted? To get rid of me and replace me with the person he truly loves . I let out another hollow laugh. “And you think this will scare me?” I asked, looking directly at his mother. "Fine. If this is really what you want, so be it. I'm returning everything back. " I said as I reached for my wrist, my fingers finding the bracelet. I yanked it off. “This,” I said, holding it up, “was the bracelet I bought for us on our first anniversary. A couple’s pair, but Rowan never wore his.” I threw it onto the table. It had always been a meaningless piece of jewelry—an anniversary Grandma had forced him to remember, not something he had valued himself. Next, I reached for my earrings. “And these? A gift from you, Rowan. Or rather, something you had your assistant pick up at a duty-free shop in a random airport.” I pulled them off, one by one, and tossed them onto the pile. He had never personally picked a gift for me. Never bothered to give me anything himself. Always delegating, always distant. I had never forgotten the way his secretary had looked at me with contempt, but I had still insisted on wearing those earrings—lying to myself that they meant something, that Rowan cared in some small way. That he was just too busy. Finally, my fingers found the ring—the ring Rowan’s grandmother had given me. For a second, I hesitated.This ring… it was a symbol. Not of love, but of duty. Of the years I had spent pretending to be something I wasn’t. I pulled it off. I stared at the ring in my palm for a long moment before placing it gently on the table. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mrs. Caroline inhale sharply. She hadn’t expected this. She hadn’t expected me to truly take nothing with me. I gripped the handle of my bag and turned toward the door. But before I could move, Rowan held my arm as he blocked me from leaving. “Rowan, what are you doing?” Mrs. Caroline barked. “Let her go already!” Rowan’s voice was calm, controlled. “Go upstairs, Mom. We have some accounts to settle.” Caroline looked like she wanted to argue, but when Rowan turned his gaze on her, she snapped her mouth shut and stalked upstairs, stiff with frustration. Now, it was just us. His grip didn’t loosen. His dark eyes burned into mine. “What exactly are you trying to achieve here, Janet?” I lifted my chin, meeting his dark gaze. “What do you mean?” He let out a dry laugh. “Using divorce to get my attention? That’s childish, even for you. Do you honestly think I’ll buy this? What do you want this time, huh?” His voice was sharp now, almost mocking. “A new bag? A new dress? Another piece of jewelry? Or is your greedy relative asking for money again?” “Is that what you think of me?” I asked quietly. Rowan’s expression didn’t change. His silence was answer enough. I swallowed hard, my nails digging into my palms, tears welled up in my eyes. “You’ve always believed that, haven’t you? That I married you for money. That I stayed because I needed your wealth.” He ran his hand through his temples as he said. "You know what? All this is bullshit. Just tell me what you want and drop the act. No one’s here to pity you anymore. Grandma isn’t here." I took a deep breath, pushing back the tears burning behind my eyes. “Whatever you think doesn’t matter anymore. Sign the agreement. Let’s settle this. Leaving you is the only way forward for me.” I turned to leave, but before I could take another step, Rowan’s hand shot out, gripping my wrist and yanking me back. “Rowan—” His lips crashed onto mine, hard and demanding. For a second, I froze. His warmth, his scent, the force of him—it was all too familiar, too intoxicating. But then, like a slap of ice-cold water, reality hit me. I shoved him away, my palm striking his face with a sharp crack. “What the hell is wrong with you?!” I snap, my chest rising and falling rapidly. Rowan didn’t move, didn’t speak. His jaw clenched, his eyes dark and stormy as they locked onto mine. “Are you really serious about leaving?” His voice was dangerously soft now, like a blade sliding from its sheath. “Try it. See what happens. Janet.” I held my chin high. “Watch me.” And this time, I walked away without looking back.Janet’s POV When I excitedly packed my travel bags and rushed downstairs to my husband’s car, there was already another woman sitting in the passenger seat. Rowan was gently wiping Flora’s tears, and I slid into the back seat and watched them in utter shock and disbelief, yet I knew I couldn’t say anything. Because Flora had lost her husband, Jared, three months ago. And Rowan, as their best friend, had taken it upon himself to care for her. I understand that Rowan and Jared were close. They had known each other since High school. And I never minded him helping her out before. After all, I knew the pain of losing someone close. It was like living under constant rain. However, it had been 3 months! Rowan dropped everything whenever Flora called, even in the middle of the night. Wouldn’t that be too much for anyone? Just last night, he had gone to the hospital to comfort her after another round of terrible nightmares. And now, here she was, in our car. “Don’t you think you
Janet’s POV The restaurant was alive with bright lights and louder laughter. Conversations spilled over each other, filling the air with cheer. But for me, it felt suffocating. Each step I took felt heavier as I walked through the door, searching. And then, I saw Rowan. Rowan, naturally, stood out among them, effortlessly handsome and composed; his thick black hair, slightly drowsy eyes, straight nose and thin irresistible red lips surrounded by well-groomed beards. He sat at a table near the back, surrounded by a group of people. Flora was right next to him, smiling. Laughing. Her hand rested lightly on the table beside his. My chest tightened, and heat crawled up my neck. I swallowed the bitterness rising in my throat. I stood there, frozen, while one of the men sitting across from Rowan leaned over and clapped him on the shoulder. His voice carried across the room. "I can’t believe we’re all here again!" he said. "Honestly, we thought you and Flora would end up together." I
Janet’s POV Henry and Paul exchanged glances in bewilderment. They had obviously never seen anything like this before. I smiled bitterly. It was the first time I’d seen it too. How could anyone cling to another woman's husband like this? “Uh… You okay, Flora?” Henry asked hesitantly, his voice tentative, like he was walking on thin ice. Flora blinked, then smiled, but it was the kind of smile you wear when you want people to stop asking questions. “Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks, Henry.” Her voice was soft, almost fragile. For a moment, I wondered if she believed her own words. Because clearly, she wasn’t ready to let go of Rowan. Paul looked more uneasy now, a nervous laugh escaping his lips as he spoke, “I know you and Rowan are close friends, but… maybe you should consider his wife’s presence?” Flora’s eyes widened slightly, as though she’d just realized the situation wasn’t entirely appropriate. She looked at me, blinking her big eyes as if apologizing, before reluctantly pulli
Janet’s POV I walked into the hostel Rowan had booked for us already, my chest heavy with exhaustion. My head pounded, and my legs felt weak. I dropped my travel bag on the floor, the sound echoing in the quiet room. It was past midnight. The anniversary. The trip. All of it. Ruined. And the baby. Without thinking, I reached into my bag and pulled out the pregnancy test paper. Yes, I had planned to tell Rowan the good news on our wedding anniversary. But now, as I thought about how he always defended Flora, how he couldn’t—or wouldn’t—see her manipulations, I felt my certainty slip away. For the first time, I questioned everything. Is this child coming at the right time? My hands tightened around the test. “This has to end,” I whispered to myself. I stood, pacing the small room. Every step felt heavier. My body told me to sit, to rest, but my mind wouldn’t stop racing. I needed to tell Rowan. I needed to lay it all out. Walking into the bathroom, I splashed cold water o
Janet’s POV Leaning against the wall for support, I managed to call room service. “Executive floor, room 219. I think I have a sprained ankle, it’s really painful.” Before I could hear a response, I hung up, the pain radiating through my body, intensified by the image of Rowan and Flora. I had seen how women flocked to Rowan, eager for his attention, only to be met with his usual indifference. I thought he was ruthless with all of them—but seeing him rush off with Flora changed everything. Minutes later, I was wheeled into the nearest hospital. The hospital smelled of antiseptic, sharp and cold, and the sound of muffled voices filled the air. I limped to the receptionist’s desk, every step sending pain shooting up my leg. But my ankle wasn’t the worst of it. My chest felt like it was being squeezed, like the weight of everything was crushing me. I saw him. Rowan. He was standing outside Flora’s room, his hand resting on the doorframe. His head was down, but when he looked
JANET'S POV “Janet, are you alright? What happened?” Jasper’s voice cut through the line, sharp with concern. His tone was so intense it made my chest tighten. Before I could answer, he added, “I’m coming.”I told him my address and hung up.For someone I once refused to acknowledge as family, Jasper’s concern only made me feel more guilty than comforted — especially when I compared it to how Rowan had treated me…I let out a shaky breath, limping to a quiet corner of the hospital. My ankle burned with pain, but my chest felt worse—like something heavy was pressing down on it. My heart still raced from everything that happened.Rowan was right about one thing: I was a mess. And I needed rest — with my family.For the first twenty five years of my life, I thought I was an orphan. Until three months ago.That was when my birth family found me. Jasper — the one who claimed to be my eldest brother — reached out. He showed me the DNA test, told me he’d been searching for me for years, and
Janet’s POVMy grip tightening on my bag as I stared at the woman in front of me. Mrs. Caroline. Her blonde hair was styled in an impeccable bob , with her subtle layers that framed her heart shaped face. I had no patience left, nor energy for her cruel words.Mrs. Caroline’s nostrils flared. “How dare you, Janet?” she snarled. “How dare you talk back to me like that?” Her eyes searched mine, like she was trying to figure out where I found the audacity to stand up to her.“Maybe you should mind your own business,” I said, turning to leave.The slap landed before I even saw it coming.A sharp sting burned across my cheek. My head snapped to the side.“I can’t wait for Rowan to throw you out,” she spat, her voice dripping with hatred. “I wonder what Grandma saw in you that made her force my son into this marriage. You are nothing, Janet. Just a poor girl from the streets. You never belonged here.” She spat again . " Always know your place , just because you are married into our famil
Janet’s Pov“What the hell is happening here?”Rowan’s voice cut through the air like a blade. It was sharp, cold, and filled with something unreadable. My heart clenched, but I refused to look weak.“So, you’re back, huh? Finally taking a break from playing knight in shining armor for your best friend’s wife?” My words dripped with sarcasm, sharper than I intended. But he said nothing, only frowned slightly.He stood at the doorway, his piercing gaze sweeping over the room—over the mess his mother had made of my things. Then his eyes landed on me.“Rowan! Thank God you’re home!” Mrs. Caroline’s voice was sharp, triumphant. She snatched the divorce papers from the table and shoved them toward him. “Read this! Look at what this… this woman is demanding in the divorce agreement! She thinks she can walk away with everything! I will make sure she leaves with nothing.”Rowan took the papers, his jaw tightening as his eyes scanned the pages. His fingers clenched tighter with every word. A f
Janet’s POVMy grip tightening on my bag as I stared at the woman in front of me. Mrs. Caroline. Her blonde hair was styled in an impeccable bob , with her subtle layers that framed her heart shaped face. I had no patience left, nor energy for her cruel words.Mrs. Caroline’s nostrils flared. “How dare you, Janet?” she snarled. “How dare you talk back to me like that?” Her eyes searched mine, like she was trying to figure out where I found the audacity to stand up to her.“Maybe you should mind your own business,” I said, turning to leave.The slap landed before I even saw it coming.A sharp sting burned across my cheek. My head snapped to the side.“I can’t wait for Rowan to throw you out,” she spat, her voice dripping with hatred. “I wonder what Grandma saw in you that made her force my son into this marriage. You are nothing, Janet. Just a poor girl from the streets. You never belonged here.” She spat again . " Always know your place , just because you are married into our famil
JANET'S POV “Janet, are you alright? What happened?” Jasper’s voice cut through the line, sharp with concern. His tone was so intense it made my chest tighten. Before I could answer, he added, “I’m coming.”I told him my address and hung up.For someone I once refused to acknowledge as family, Jasper’s concern only made me feel more guilty than comforted — especially when I compared it to how Rowan had treated me…I let out a shaky breath, limping to a quiet corner of the hospital. My ankle burned with pain, but my chest felt worse—like something heavy was pressing down on it. My heart still raced from everything that happened.Rowan was right about one thing: I was a mess. And I needed rest — with my family.For the first twenty five years of my life, I thought I was an orphan. Until three months ago.That was when my birth family found me. Jasper — the one who claimed to be my eldest brother — reached out. He showed me the DNA test, told me he’d been searching for me for years, and
Janet’s POV Leaning against the wall for support, I managed to call room service. “Executive floor, room 219. I think I have a sprained ankle, it’s really painful.” Before I could hear a response, I hung up, the pain radiating through my body, intensified by the image of Rowan and Flora. I had seen how women flocked to Rowan, eager for his attention, only to be met with his usual indifference. I thought he was ruthless with all of them—but seeing him rush off with Flora changed everything. Minutes later, I was wheeled into the nearest hospital. The hospital smelled of antiseptic, sharp and cold, and the sound of muffled voices filled the air. I limped to the receptionist’s desk, every step sending pain shooting up my leg. But my ankle wasn’t the worst of it. My chest felt like it was being squeezed, like the weight of everything was crushing me. I saw him. Rowan. He was standing outside Flora’s room, his hand resting on the doorframe. His head was down, but when he looked
Janet’s POV I walked into the hostel Rowan had booked for us already, my chest heavy with exhaustion. My head pounded, and my legs felt weak. I dropped my travel bag on the floor, the sound echoing in the quiet room. It was past midnight. The anniversary. The trip. All of it. Ruined. And the baby. Without thinking, I reached into my bag and pulled out the pregnancy test paper. Yes, I had planned to tell Rowan the good news on our wedding anniversary. But now, as I thought about how he always defended Flora, how he couldn’t—or wouldn’t—see her manipulations, I felt my certainty slip away. For the first time, I questioned everything. Is this child coming at the right time? My hands tightened around the test. “This has to end,” I whispered to myself. I stood, pacing the small room. Every step felt heavier. My body told me to sit, to rest, but my mind wouldn’t stop racing. I needed to tell Rowan. I needed to lay it all out. Walking into the bathroom, I splashed cold water o
Janet’s POV Henry and Paul exchanged glances in bewilderment. They had obviously never seen anything like this before. I smiled bitterly. It was the first time I’d seen it too. How could anyone cling to another woman's husband like this? “Uh… You okay, Flora?” Henry asked hesitantly, his voice tentative, like he was walking on thin ice. Flora blinked, then smiled, but it was the kind of smile you wear when you want people to stop asking questions. “Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks, Henry.” Her voice was soft, almost fragile. For a moment, I wondered if she believed her own words. Because clearly, she wasn’t ready to let go of Rowan. Paul looked more uneasy now, a nervous laugh escaping his lips as he spoke, “I know you and Rowan are close friends, but… maybe you should consider his wife’s presence?” Flora’s eyes widened slightly, as though she’d just realized the situation wasn’t entirely appropriate. She looked at me, blinking her big eyes as if apologizing, before reluctantly pulli
Janet’s POV The restaurant was alive with bright lights and louder laughter. Conversations spilled over each other, filling the air with cheer. But for me, it felt suffocating. Each step I took felt heavier as I walked through the door, searching. And then, I saw Rowan. Rowan, naturally, stood out among them, effortlessly handsome and composed; his thick black hair, slightly drowsy eyes, straight nose and thin irresistible red lips surrounded by well-groomed beards. He sat at a table near the back, surrounded by a group of people. Flora was right next to him, smiling. Laughing. Her hand rested lightly on the table beside his. My chest tightened, and heat crawled up my neck. I swallowed the bitterness rising in my throat. I stood there, frozen, while one of the men sitting across from Rowan leaned over and clapped him on the shoulder. His voice carried across the room. "I can’t believe we’re all here again!" he said. "Honestly, we thought you and Flora would end up together." I
Janet’s POV When I excitedly packed my travel bags and rushed downstairs to my husband’s car, there was already another woman sitting in the passenger seat. Rowan was gently wiping Flora’s tears, and I slid into the back seat and watched them in utter shock and disbelief, yet I knew I couldn’t say anything. Because Flora had lost her husband, Jared, three months ago. And Rowan, as their best friend, had taken it upon himself to care for her. I understand that Rowan and Jared were close. They had known each other since High school. And I never minded him helping her out before. After all, I knew the pain of losing someone close. It was like living under constant rain. However, it had been 3 months! Rowan dropped everything whenever Flora called, even in the middle of the night. Wouldn’t that be too much for anyone? Just last night, he had gone to the hospital to comfort her after another round of terrible nightmares. And now, here she was, in our car. “Don’t you think you