After 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, closing the door behind her. For a moment, I just stood there, staring at my reflection in the
mirror. My hand moved to my stomach, my fingers tracing gentle circles.
“Your daddy may be a jerk,” I whispered, “but you have five uncles and an aunt who promise to take care of us. And I’ll be
working soon, so we’ll be okay.” Rowan might not be all I wanted him to be, but I will make sure my child will never lack
anything.
The words felt strange, yet comforting.I had been so alone for so long. Now, I wasn’t.
I sighed, pulling out my phone. As I stared at the screen hoping maybe Rowan would call or text but he didn’t. He doesn’t care at all and getting it over with him will make it much better.I wasn’t surprised. How many nights had I stayed up, waiting for him to come home? How many times had I worried when he didn’t answer his phone? He can’t change all of a sudden
because we are getting divorced, though this will give him enough opportunity to be with someone he loves or the person they have waited to give them a child. But none of that mattered anymore. It was over. Rowan is all that happened in the
past, I have to put them aside and move on.
I placed my phone on the nightstand and headed to the bathroom. The warm water eased the tension in my muscles, washing away the weight of the day.
When I stepped out, dressed in soft pajamas, I felt lighter. I climbed into bed, pulling the blanket over me. I stared at the table light in front of me. Most times when I get to a new place I always find it hard to sleep. Until I relaxed and mastered the place but here it seems different. I feel relaxed as if I have been here before.
I didn’t know how long I had been asleep when my phone rang. It’s almost morning as I check the time on my phone as I
groaned, blindly reaching for it.
Who would call this early? Can’t it wait?. Still half–asleep, I pressed the phone to my ear. “Hello?”
A nervous voice came through the line. “Mrs. Janet?”
I blinked, my mind still groggy. It’s Martha The maid I Hired before leaving Rowan’s house. Two months ago, I had hired
Martha to help with house chores while I was still living with Rowan.
Why was she.calling me now?
“Martha?” I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes. “What’s wrong?”
Martha hesitated. “I… I’m sorry for waking you, ma’am, but…”
“But what?” I yawned, glancing at the clock. It was too early for this.
She took a deep breath. “Where did you keep Mr. Rowan’s favorite white shirt? The one he wears with his blue suit?”
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I frowned. “Can’t he find it inside the wardrobe where I used to fold all his shirts? Martha… are you sériously calling me about
Rowan’s clothes?”
Her voice grew even more nervous. “I–I know it’s a small thing, but I can’t find it anywhere. And Mr. Rowan is… he’s very
upset.”
I sighed, shaking my head.
Of course, he was. Rowan liked his things exactly where he expected them to be–meticulously arranged, always within
reach. I had spent three years making sure of that. But not anymore.
“Martha, it’s in the third wardrobe,” I said, forcing patience into my voice. “Near the other shirts. It’s there. Just look properly.”
“I swear, ma’am, I’ve checked everywhere,” she said quickly. “It’s not there.”
I pressed my fingers to my temple, exhaling sharply. “Look again, Martha,” I said firmly. “It’s right there. You can’t miss it.”
Silence stretched for a moment before she spoke again, hesitant. “Mrs. Janet… can you… come home and help find it?”
Whatever drowsiness I had left vanished instantly. My grip tightened around my phone.
I bet Rowan was standing right next to her, directing her to call me.
I knew exactly where all his clothes were. So how could she not find them?
“I’m not coming back,” I said icily, my voice laced with fury. “Find it yourself. Or if you can’t, tell Rowan to wear another damn
shirt.”
“But-”
I hung up.
What the hell was wrong with Rowan’s head?!
He had hundreds of shirts. If one was missing, he could grab another. But no–rather than solving the problem himself, he
had decided to make it my problem.
I muttered curses at him until exhaustion pulled me back under.
Then the phone rang again.
This time, I picked up in pure anger. “What now, Martha?”
She hesitated before speaking timidly. “Madam, I found the shirt, but… which tie should go with it? Sir is asking-”
My blood boiled. “Give the phone to Rowan.”
“Um… sir is still asleep…”
“Then wake him up!”
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