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
"Look at me," she ordered.I stared at the wall instead. The fancy wallpaper got all blurry as tears filled my eyes. I blinked hard. Sara Brown doesn't cry. That's what Mom always taught me. Crying is for weak people. We're not weak."Look. At. Me." Mom's voice got even scarier, like ice about to cr
"But what about Max?" The question burned in my throat like acid. It's the one thing I couldn't stop thinking about, the thing that kept me up at night. "What if he really loves her? What if he picks her? What if all those stupid romance novels Eva reads are right and love really does conquer all?"
Chapter 78Chapter 80: Eva’s Point of ViewThe meeting room was packed. Board members, senior executives, and other key decision-makers sat around the long oval table, their faces a mix of skepticism and curiosity. I could feel their eyes on me as I stood at the head of the room, the large projector
Chapter 79Eva’s Point of ViewThe fashion store’s luxurious interior glimmered under the warm golden lights. Rows of designer dresses lined the racks like silent soldiers, their elegance a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside me. I had come here for a distraction something to take my mind off
The worker scurried off to fetch the dress, leaving Sara alone with me.“You know,” she said, leaning closer, “it’s sad how far you’ve fallen. All that Brown family wealth now belongs to me. Now you’re stuck pretending you belong here when we both know you don’t.”I bit my tongue, refusing to rise t
Chapter 80: Eva’s Point of ViewThe grand auction hall was abuzz with chatter, the air electric with anticipation. Lavishly dressed men and women milled about, their eyes gleaming with the prospect of acquiring the rare and priceless. Every corner of the room exuded wealth ornate chandeliers hung l
Chapter 81 Eva’s Point of ViewThe tension between Sara and me was palpable, a tightrope stretched dangerously thin. I could feel the weight of her venomous gaze, her words still echoing in my mind like sharp claws scraping against a chalkboard. The crowd around us had thinned, most guests returnin
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