Chapter 82Sara's Point of ViewThe morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains, but its warmth did nothing to soothe the cold dread pooling in my chest. My phone buzzed incessantly on the bedside table, the vibration rattling against the wood like an unrelenting alarm. Groaning, I grabbed it, s
Chapter 83Sara’s Point of ViewThe room felt suffocating, as if the walls were conspiring to crush me under their silent judgment. The once vibrant posters of my movies lining the walls now seemed to mock me. My achievements, my success all of it felt tainted.I sat on the edge of the bed, my knees
Chapter 84Max’s Point of ViewThe morning sunlight streamed through the tall windows of my office, filling the room with a soft, golden glow. My desk was neatly organized, but the cup of coffee sitting beside me remained untouched, the steam long gone. I hadn't even noticed how cold it had become.
Chapter 85: Max’s Point of ViewThe drive to Sara’s parents’ house felt like it took forever. Every minute that passed added to the weight pressing down on my chest. The streets of the city blurred past as I stared out the window, my mind spinning with nothing but Sara. She didn’t deserve this none
Chapter 86 Sara's Point of ViewThe tension in the room was suffocating. I sat on the couch, staring at Max, my hands trembling slightly, though I refused to let him see my weakness. I had poured my heart out to him, and now the silence stretched uncomfortably as I waited for him to say something a
Max sighed, rubbing his temples. “You’re both forgetting something important,” he said quietly, his voice carrying an edge that made my stomach twist. “Eva isn’t untouchable. But she’s not exactly vulnerable, either.”“What do you mean?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him.Max looked at me, his gaze
Chapter 87 Sara’s Point of ViewThe room was heavy with a silence that bordered on suffocating. The air felt stagnant, a mixture of anger and frustration that seemed to press down on me like an invisible weight. I sat on the edge of the couch, my nails digging into my palms as I tried to process th
“Are a reflection of who you’ve become,” he cut me off, his tone cold and unyielding. His sharp words sliced through me like a blade. “And no amount of excuses or denial is going to change that.”Tears stung my eyes, but I fought to keep them from falling. I couldn’t let him see how much his words h
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