CHAPTER 115 MAX POINT OF VIEW The air in my office felt heavy, suffocating even. I sat behind my desk, staring blankly at the papers scattered across it. None of them mattered. Not the contracts, not the reports, not the endless list of demands that came with my position. All I could think about
Chapter 116 Eva’s Point of View The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple as I parked my car outside the small café Samuel Graves had chosen for our meeting. The location was inconspicuous, tucked away from the city’s bustling streets a place where secrets cou
“And what do you expect me to do?” I asked finally, closing the folder. Samuel’s smile widened slightly, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. “For now, I need your cooperation. There are moves we must make, alliances we must forge. But first, you need to secure your position.” I frowned, suspicion
Chapter 117 Max’s Point of View The soft hum of the air conditioner filled my office as I leaned back in my chair, staring at the city skyline through the large glass windows. My mind was elsewhere, consumed by the nagging feeling that something was slipping out of my control. The sound of my off
Chapter 118 Sara’s Point of View The soft click of my heels echoed through the pristine corridors of Maximilian’s company as I made my way to his office. My heart pounded in my chest, but I kept my head high, my face calm. I had rehearsed my words a hundred times, crafting them carefully to sound
“You thought wrong,” he said, cutting me off. “You don’t get to justify what you’ve done. Not anymore.” The finality in his tone sent a chill down my spine. “Get out,” he said, turning away from me. I froze, my heart hammering in my chest. “What?” “You heard me,” he said without looking at me. “
Chapter 119: Sara’s Point of View The car ride home felt like an eternity, the silence pressing down on me like a weight. My hands gripped the edges of my seat as my mind replayed every word Maximilian had said, every cold look he had given me. The humiliation burned hot in my chest, twisting int
I looked at her, my breath catching in my throat. “What?” Her lips curled into a cold smile, her eyes gleaming with something dark and dangerous. “Then you make sure she doesn’t have him either.” Her words sent a chill down my spine, but they also sparked something inside me a flicker of defiance,
"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