“I don’t want to talk about Max,” I said, my voice sharp. “Not with you, not with anyone. I’m done with him.” Marco raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by the sudden change in my tone. He knew me better than most, knew that I hid my pain behind a mask of composure. But now, he could hear the raw
Eva’s Point of View The sound of the car’s tires crunching against the gravel driveway felt louder than usual, almost as if it were mocking me. Each turn of the wheels seemed to echo in the silence, amplifying the tension that had built up inside me over the years. I had been here countless times b
Chapter 122: Eva’s Point of View The grip on Emily’s wrist was firm, unyielding, and for a moment, I thought she might lash out, but the hand holding her was not mine. I turned, my breath catching in my throat, to find none other than my father standing behind her. His tall, imposing figure block
Chapter 123: Sara’s Point of View The door to my room slammed shut, rattling the windows. My chest heaved with anger as I paced back and forth, the events of the day replaying in my mind like a cruel joke. My father’s words, his cold dismissal of me and my mother, cut deeper than I wanted to admi
Chapter 124: Max’s Point of View I stood outside Eva’s office once again, the bouquet of her favorite flowers trembling slightly in my hand. The vibrant colors of the lilies and roses seemed to mock the turmoil in my chest. I had spent hours rehearsing what I would say, but now, standing here, th
Chapter 125: Max’s Point of View Josh’s words hit like a slap across the face. “You lost the right to call her your wife the moment you maltreated her and sent her to jail,” he said, his voice steady and firm. His eyes burned with disdain, and his stance screamed defiance. I clenched my fists a
Eva let out a sharp breath, her hands gripping the edge of her desk. “Enough,” she said, her voice cutting through the tension like a knife. Josh and I both turned to her, but her eyes were locked on me. “Max, I don’t know what you think you’re doing here, but it’s too late. Whatever you’re trying
CHAPTER 126 MAX POINT OF VIEW The soft knock on my office door barely registered as I sat at my desk, staring blankly at the files spread before me. My mind wasn’t on the contracts or the numbers; it was on Eva. It always was. Her words, her anger, her pain they were etched into my brain, a relen
"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