Janet’s Point of View“What the hell are you doing here?” Claire’s voice came again, sharper this time, as she walked up close to me.I didn’t answer. I didn’t even look at her. Not because I was scared, but because I didn’t want drama at all—not at the moment. I still had a big day ahead, so I couldn't afford her to ruin my mood.I was only at the mall because Tracy wanted us to shop before going for the interview. If it were left to me, I’d have gone straight to the interview. I didn’t want anything to do with any of the Thayers' family.“Janet, I’m talking to you,” Claire snapped. “Aren’t you supposed to be at home?”I took a breath in as I slowly moved my cart beside me. I kept my lips sealed. Tracy left a few minutes ago to take a call. I wouldn’t want her to witness this. So I tried very much to avoid their drama. But of course, Claire wanted more—more especially Flora. The damage she did last time seemed not to be enough for her.“She probably came to shop,” Flora said in her s
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 f
Janet’s POV My 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
Janet’s Point of View“What the hell are you doing here?” Claire’s voice came again, sharper this time, as she walked up close to me.I didn’t answer. I didn’t even look at her. Not because I was scared, but because I didn’t want drama at all—not at the moment. I still had a big day ahead, so I couldn't afford her to ruin my mood.I was only at the mall because Tracy wanted us to shop before going for the interview. If it were left to me, I’d have gone straight to the interview. I didn’t want anything to do with any of the Thayers' family.“Janet, I’m talking to you,” Claire snapped. “Aren’t you supposed to be at home?”I took a breath in as I slowly moved my cart beside me. I kept my lips sealed. Tracy left a few minutes ago to take a call. I wouldn’t want her to witness this. So I tried very much to avoid their drama. But of course, Claire wanted more—more especially Flora. The damage she did last time seemed not to be enough for her.“She probably came to shop,” Flora said in her s
Janet’s Point of ViewI hung up the call and sat up on the bed, my fingers tight around the phone. My chest felt heavy, my heart tightened more. Rowan really thought low of me.He still believed the only thing I ever cared about was him. His shirt. His tie. What he wore. How he looked.I laughed softly, but it wasn’t a happy one. It was the kind that came out when something inside hurt.I only did that because I loved him… selfishly. I never for once thought about myself. And now, it was the biggest mistake of my life.I stared ahead, thinking back to how I always tried to be kind, soft, understanding. Always placing him first, even when it hurt me. Then I didn't even know what it means to be hurt, since Rowan is happy, I'm happy too. I gave up too much for him—my career, my time, even my peace—just to make sure he was fine.I remember how I used to iron his shirts before he woke up. I’d pick his ties, his shoes. I’d put his cologne by the mirror just the way he liked. I made sure eve
ROWAN’S POINT OF VIEW Martha’s hands twisting nervously in front of her. She looked uneasy, her head lowered. “Sir,” she said softly. “Mrs. Janet… she hung up on me. She refused to come,” Martha continued, her voice barely above a whisper. I barely spared her a glance. As if I hadn’t heard it myself. Janet had been loud enough, and I wasn’t deaf. My eyes darkened more. “Call her again.” Martha hesitated. “Sir?” “Call her,” I repeated, my voice sharper, colder. “Don’t make me say it twice. Ask her which tie I should wear with the shirt.” Martha blinked, clearly confused. “But… I remember Mrs. Janet always pairing it with the dark red tie. We don’t have to bother her—” I turned my gaze on her. “Did I ask for your opinion? Do exactly as I said. Call her again. Get her back here.” Martha swallowed hard, nodding quickly before rushing out. I sat down on the edge of the couch, leaning forward with my elbows on my knees. My jaw tightened as I ran a hand through my hair. Where the h
JANET’S POINT OF VIEWAfter dinner, I could feel the exhaustion settling deep into my bones. Today's stress was much and also being pregnant made it worse . I felt more tired .Jasper must have noticed because he turned to a woman standing by the door. “Mrs. Grace,” he said, “please take Janet to her room.”Mrs. Grace, the house butler, smiled warmly at me. “Of course, sir.”I followed her down the long hallway, my feet dragging slightly. The moment she opened the door to my room, I let out a small breath.The room was beautiful, unlike the one I have at Rowan's penthouse. It looked more beautiful, the foam looked more comfortable, and the gold light gave the room the color I love most . Soft golden lights, a large bed with thick blankets, and a window that overlooked the garden. It was nothing like the cold, lifeless bedroom I had had at Rowan's penthouse.Mrs. Grace placed my bag on the dresser. “If you need anything, Miss Janet, just ring the bell.” I nodded. “Thank you.”She left,
JANET’S POINT OF VIEWThe blonde woman in front of me was smiling warmly, her blue eyes shining with kindness. She was beautiful, her features soft but confident, and her clothes were elegant, fitting her like they were made just for her.What surprised me the most wasn’t her appearance—it was the way she spoke to me. For people that I just met being nice this way , it is more like a movie to me.“You must be Janet,” she said, her voice light and welcoming. “I’ve been waiting to meet you.”I blinked, Did she say they were waiting for me.? Maybe Jasper must have told them. She spoke like she already knew me, like she had been expecting me. As if she had heard about me before.I glanced at Jasper, confused. Jasper chuckled, noticing my hesitation. “Janet, this is Tracy. She’s Williams’s wife.”I turned back to her, my heart skipping slightly. Who is Williams? And how come his wife knows me too well ?. I asked myself as I appeared to be more confused than I was before.I had barely proce
Janet’s PovI gripped my bag tightly as I walked out of Rowan’s penthouse, my heart hammering against my chest. My Ankle was still paining me, but my heart hurt more , but I didn’t stop. The cold night air hit my skin, but it did nothing to cool the fire burning inside me.I raised a trembling hand to my lips, brushing against them lightly. My heart sinks more as I remember how Rowan kissed me . Rowan had always been unpredictable, but this? What was he trying to achieve? Why was he playing with my emotions when he had already discarded me?I clenched my fists, it doesn't matter anymore whatever his plans or games are won't work on me again. My eyes landed on Jasper’s car. He was still waiting there, his face calm as he watched me approach.I forced a smile as I took a deep breath trying to pretend like nothing happened. I opened the car door and slipped into the passenger seat, as I exhaled softly. Jasper’s voice came immediately. “Are you alright?”“Yes,” I said quickly, I forced
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 POV My 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
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 f