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Posted by admind, ? Views, Released on September 3, 2025

Janet’s Point of View

I 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 everything was ready for him before he woke up for work just to be the wife he would want. But all that? He never saw it. He never cared.

He just looked at me like I was nothing. Like I didn’t matter. Like my love was a stain he couldn’t wash off. But now it doesn’t matter what he thinks anymore.

I stood up, shaking the thoughts away. I still have a big new day ahead. And I had something new to face. I took my phone as I looked at the email I got from Lakeview Private Hospital.

I still couldn’t believe it. That place was one of the hardest to get into. And yet… Jasper had done it. He got me the interview

like it was the easiest thing in the world. I never knew it would be so fast like this.

I walked over to my bag, searching for something nice to wear. I didn’t want to dress too loud. That wasn’t me. I never wore

too much makeup or bright clothes. Just clean, simple, soft things. That’s what I liked. Most of all, the expensive and designer clothes Rowan bought were still in the closet–I barely touched them. Though then, I had nowhere to go or attend

that would make me dress so loud.

Just then, there was a soft knock on the door.

“Hey,” Tracy smiled as she peeked in.

I turned to her, I was a little bit surprised but happy. “Hey.”

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“Getting ready for the interview?” she asked, walking in slowly.

I nodded. “Yeah. Just looking for what to wear.”

Tracy grinned. “I’m off work today, and no one’s home. Want some company?”

I smiled. Really smiled this time. “I’d love that. Thank you.”

She sat on the bed, watching me with that sister–like warmth in her eyes. I wasn’t used to it. But I liked it.

After some time, I came out of the bathroom, dressed in what I thought looked okay–a plain cream blouse and black pants. Tracy’s eyes widened. “Oh no. Nope. Not like that.”

I blinked. “What?” I said, wondering if something was wrong with the way I looked.

She stood up, hands on her waist. “Your brothers won’t be happy if you walk out of here like this. You can’t walk out of this house today looking… regular.”