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
Chapter 92 Josh’s Point of View The silence in my office was heavy, broken only by the soft rustle of Eva moving around as she grabbed the first aid kit from the shelf. My face stung, the bruise on my cheekbone throbbing where Max had landed his punch. But the pain didn’t matter. Not when Eva was
I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone, my fingers tightening around it as if it were a weapon. My mind was racing, a whirlwind of anger and determination fueling my next move. I scrolled through my contacts, stopping at a name I hadn’t seen or called in years. With a deep breath, I press
Chapter 93 Sara’s Point of View The morning air was thick with tension, as if the universe itself knew what awaited us beyond the front door. I glanced at my mother, her face set in a mask of forced composure. Her sharp features, so similar to mine, gave no hint of the storm brewing within. But I
Chapter 94 Sara’s Point of View The first sound that registered was the shattering of glass. A bottle, hurled by one of the crowd, smashed against the pavement near my feet, sending shards flying. My pulse raced as fear clawed at me, and I instinctively flinched, shielding my face with trembling
Chapter 95 Sara’s Point of View The dim glow of the television filled the room, the sharp voice of the news anchor cutting through the silence like a knife. I sat on the edge of the sofa, my hands clenched tightly in my lap as each damning word echoed in the air around me. Beside me, my mother’s f
Chapter 96 Sara’s Point of View The silence in the room was deafening, broken only by the soft hum of the air conditioner. My mother paced the floor with the ferocity of a caged lioness, her heels clicking against the hardwood with each sharp step. Her face, usually a mask of icy composure, was tw
"That was different..." "Different how?" I pulled away from her. "Because he apologized? Because he claimed to change?" "Think about this," Sara pleaded. "We grew up with Max. You really believe he'd keep evidence of an affair?" "People change." The anger started building. "He certainly did. Wan
Eva's point of view I pulled out suitcases with shaking hands. The children's voices drifted up from the playroom, innocent, unaware their world was about to change again. "Eva!" Max appeared in the doorway. "Stop. Think about what you're doing!" "I am thinking." I threw clothes into bags. "Thin
Eva's point of view I was cleaning our bedroom closet when I found it, Max's old phone tucked behind some boxes. The one he claimed was lost two ago. My hands trembled as I turned it on, not knowing it would destroy everything I believed in. The messages loaded slowly, each one hitting harder tha
Eva's point of view I found Sara in her apartment, a bottle of wine already open. One look at my face and she pulled me into a tight hug. "Eva," she said softly. "Talk to me." The tears I'd been holding back all day finally broke free. "Everything's falling apart, Sara. My family, my marriage, m
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