Chapter 15SARA'S POINT OF VIEW I was just chilling on my bed, flipping through some fancy fashion magazine, when my phone buzzed. It was my friend Becca."You'll never guess who I just saw at the bar," she texted.I rolled my eyes. Probably just some boring businessman crying over losing money or
I pulled up Eva's contact and, with the meanest grin ever, attached the photo. My finger hovered over the send button for just a second before I hit it, sending the picture straight to her. I could just imagine her face when she saw it. The heartbreak, the humiliation it would be too much for her to
As I lay there, feeling all broken and alone, I kept thinking one thing over and over - what the heck am I gonna do now?I don't know how long I stayed like that, just crying my eyes out. It felt like hours. My head was pounding and my eyes were all puffy and sore. But the tears just wouldn't stop c
Chapter 16EVA'S POINT OF VIEW The sun was barely peeking through my curtains, I woke up feeling like crap. I had barely slept I had been tossing and turning all night anyway. Every time I closed my eyes, I kept seeing that stupid picture Sara sent me of Max kissing her, their bodies all pressed up
Sara seized the moment. With a swift motion, she tilted the glass in her hand, spilling the water all over her dress. She let out this fake little gasp and jumped back like she was so surprised."Eva!" she yelped, her eyes all wide and innocent. "What's wrong with you? Why would you..."Max's eyes
Chapter 17EVA'S POINT OF VIEWI was just sitting there on the floor, staring at my phone like it was gonna bite me or something. That stupid article kept flashing in my head.*Eva Brown: Homewrecker*. God, it felt like someone had branded those words onto my brain. Every single comment I'd read felt
But I kept walking, even though their words hurt like hell. I didn't have any answers for them. I couldn't defend myself. I was just a woman stuck in the worst nightmare ever, and I couldn't wake up, there was just one thought that kept repeating in my head, over and over again:*How the hell am I s
Chapter 18**EVA'S POINT OF VIEW**I stood there staring at the reporters who surrounded me, It felt like the whole world was spinning around me. All those reporters, their voices and questions were all suffocating me, their noises was too unbearable to bear. They were all yelling at me, accusing me
Max’s Point of View It was the first time in weeks that we had something close to peace. Eva actually smiled, really smiled, as the kids worked on their fort, a chaotic masterpiece of pillows, sheets, and blankets piled high in the living room. It was the kind of moment I had been desperate for, t
Chapter 254 Sara’s Point of View I spread the financial documents across my desk, my gut twisting with unease. Something wasn’t right. Something about Martha Taylor’s spending habits gnawed at me, like an itch just beneath the surface of my skin. "Look at this," I said, pushing the credit card st
*** *** *** ***** I woke at dawn, Josh's words from last night echoing in my head. Time to prove to my family they came first. Starting with breakfast, real breakfast, like we used to have before everything fell apart. The kitchen was quiet as I pulled out ingredients. Pancake batter mixed with ch
Max point of view The bar was quiet at midnight, just me, Josh, and a bottle of scotch between us. The same drink that had started this whole mess five years ago. "Eva's right," I said, staring into my glass. "I'm destroying everything. My kids asked about divorce today, Josh. Divorce. They're fi
"Daddy?" Mia's voice trembled. "Are you leaving us?" And in that moment, looking between my wife's tears and my children's fear, I realized exactly what my one night's mistake had cost. Because sometimes the hardest wounds come from the ones we love most. And sometimes there are no right choices,
Max point of view I found Eva in our bedroom, packing my remaining clothes into a suitcase with violent movements. "Martha told me what you said," I started, anger boiling beneath my calm. "Threatening her, calling Nathan illegitimate, acting like some queen on her throne." "Oh, did your mistres
Eva's Point of View The walls of my office at Brown Tower were made of glass and steel, but right now, they felt as unyielding as iron. Outside, the city stretched endlessly beneath me, a kingdom that belonged to my children. A kingdom I would protect with everything I had. The soft knock on the d
**** ***** I sat alone in my darkened office at midnight, a glass of scotch untouched before me. The same drink that had created this mess five years ago. Eva's words echoed in my head, mixing with memories of Nathan's hopeful face. "A bastard son," Eva had called him. The words made me sick. On
Max point of view I found Eva in our home office, papers spread across her desk. The look she gave me was colder than I'd ever seen. "The lawyers sent everything," she said, her voice arctic. "Their demands. The trust fund. The visitation schedules." "Eva..." "Fifty thousand dollars a month." S