Chapter 106 Maximilian’s Point of View The boardroom was suffocating. The thick air reeked of desperation and sweat, though the room itself was pristine, its glass walls reflecting the dim light of the overcast day outside. I sat at the head of the long, polished table, my back straight, my expres
“You know what?” she said, her voice calm but firm. “Forget it. I’m no longer interested in investing in your company.” The air left my lungs in a rush. “What?” “You heard me,” she said, her tone final. “I’m pulling out. Find someone else to clean up your mess.” I shot to my feet, my chair screec
Chapter 107 Eva’s Point of View The man stepped forward, his shoes crunching against the gravel. The shadow of his tall figure loomed larger as he approached, each step deliberate and slow, like a predator circling its prey. I gripped the steering wheel tighter, my pulse hammering in my ears. Who
Chapter 108 Eva’s Point of View The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast shadows on the walls of my grandmother Helena’s bedroom. It was late, far past midnight, but sleep had eluded me. I sat on the edge of her large, antique bed, my hands trembling slightly as I recounted everything that had happe
Chapter 109 Max’s Point of View The rhythmic ticking of the clock on my office wall was the only sound breaking the silence. Papers were scattered across my desk, but I couldn’t focus. My mind was restless, plagued by memories I had tried to bury for years. The past had a way of creeping back in,
Chapter 110 Max’s Point of View Marco’s words echoed in my mind, each syllable driving a nail of disbelief deeper into my chest. Eva saved me? It felt like the ground beneath me had shifted, leaving me unsteady and exposed. My fists clenched at my sides, and I stared at Marco, searching his face f
“One day, you will know the truth about what happened when we were teenagers,” she had said, her eyes locked onto mine through the bars of her cell. “And you will regret all your actions towards me.” The memory hit me like a punch to the gut, and I groaned, leaning back in my chair. She had been ri
Chapter 111: Max’s Point of View The cold air bit at my skin as I hurried out of my office, my mind racing with everything I had just learned. I had to confront Sara. I had to hear it from her own mouth, how she had manipulated me all these years, how she had twisted the truth about that day, and
"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