Chapter 88Chapter 88: Eva’s Point of ViewThe restaurant buzzed with the low hum of conversations and the clinking of glasses. But at our secluded table in the corner, the energy was electric. The tension that had followed me for weeks, the weight of humiliation and betrayal, was finally lifting. T
Her grin widened. “That’s what I like to hear. She deserves everything that’s coming to her and more.”I didn’t respond right away. Instead, I glanced at my phone again. Another headline popped up on the screen: “Actress Sara Brown’s Lies Exposed: The Truth Behind the Perfect Façade.”The comments b
Her words struck a chord, and I nodded, grateful for her unwavering support. “I won’t,” I promised.As the night drew to a close, I pulled out my phone and opened the folder labeled Phase Two. My assistant had sent over the final details earlier that evening, and everything was in place.The night h
Chapter 89Max’s Point of ViewThe elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, and I stepped into the sleek, glass-walled office floor. My chest felt tight, each step echoing with purpose. The opulence of the surroundings, with its polished floors and abstract art lining the walls, didn’t faze me. M
Her expression hardened. “You’re right, Max. I have been waiting for justice. But if you think I’m the one pulling the strings, maybe you should ask yourself why Sara’s so easy to expose.”The weight of her words hit me, but I refused to show it. My hands curled into fists at my sides. “So, you’re d
Chapter 90Max’s Point of ViewThe silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating. I stared at Eva, waiting for an answer that I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear. She didn’t flinch, her composure an infuriating mask of calmness that only added to the storm brewing inside me.“Are you the one behind
Chapter 91 Max’s Point of View My jaw throbbed where Josh's fist had landed, but the sting of humiliation burned far worse than the physical pain. The tension in the room was palpable, the echoes of Eva's commanding voice still hanging in the air. My fists clenched tightly at my sides as I glared
She dares. All the bitterness and anger I’d buried deep came surging to the surface. This wasn’t just betrayal, it was mockery. She was flaunting it flaunting him right in front of me. The guard nearest to me cleared his throat, clearly impatient to get me out. “Sir, please....” I shot him a glar
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