Chapter 72Eva’s Point of ViewI sat behind my desk, skimming through the endless emails piling up in my inbox. Each one required a decision, a command, or a signature so many details, each one moving the company forward, step by careful step. I had fought to get here, to build something entirely mi
He swallowed hard, his hands still trembling as he clasped them together, as if trying to keep himself from falling apart. “I was wrong, Eva. I know I can’t change the past, but I’m asking for your forgiveness. Please… I need you to understand.”I shook my head, a bitter smile tugging at my lips. “F
Chapter 73Sara’s Point of ViewI strolled through the mall, the chatter of shoppers buzzing around me like a faint hum. As I passed by one store window after another, my phone buzzed in my hand. Expecting a routine update, I barely glanced at the screen before I opened my email.And then I froze.I
“You know,” a middle-aged woman said to her friend, not even glancing at me as I passed by, “Sara Brown’s career has been on a steady decline. It was only a matter of time.”Her friend nodded, looking sympathetic but not surprised. “Maybe she’s finally lost her touch. It’s not like she was ever that
Chapter 74Sara’s Point of ViewI threw my phone across the room, barely satisfied when it crashed into the wall, leaving a tiny crack on the plaster. It wasn’t enough not nearly enough to match the rage bubbling inside me. How could they drop me? I had worked with that brand for years, posed in the
Chapter 75Max’s Point of ViewThe silence in my office was deafening, broken only by the faint hum of the air conditioning. I sat at my desk, staring blankly at the stack of files I should have been working through. But my mind wasn’t in the room it hadn’t been for days. It hadn’t been for weeks, t
Chapter 76SARA POINT OF VIEW I stormed out of Max's office with my blood boiling so hot I could barely see straight. My heels stabbed the marble floor with each step, echoing my rage through the hallway. The nerve of that man! After everything everything I've done for him, this is how he treats me
Chapter 77: Sara's Point of ViewI couldn't breathe. My chest hurt. My hands shook. The fancy room around me felt too small, like the walls were closing in. The only sound was that stupid old clock going tick-tick-tick on the fireplace, like everything was normal. But nothing was normal anymore. No
Eva's point of view The next morning after breakfast, I found my children huddled in Leo's room. Leo sat rigid on his bed, Sam clutched his dinosaur toy like a shield, James stared out the window, and Mia twisted her blue dress in nervous fingers. "Can we talk?" I asked softly, sitting on Leo's b
Max paced his study, his heavy footsteps echoing in the empty room. His head throbbed, the pain pressing against his skull like a vise. He pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling sharply. The house was too quiet. Not the peaceful kind of quiet, but the heavy, suffocating kind that filled the air wi
The room was dimly lit, the scent of aged whiskey and cigar smoke lingering in the air. Heavy curtains blocked out the outside world, making the space feel like a cocoon of secrets and whispered conspiracies. Martha leaned back in the leather armchair, crossing her legs elegantly as she swirled the
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