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
CHAPTER 127 MAX’S POINT OF VIEW The air was heavy as I stepped out of the car, the faint smell of gasoline and mildew from the rundown motel wafting through the air. The building was as unremarkable as I had expected faded paint, cracked windows, and a neon sign that flickered weakly in the dim li
CHAPTER 128 MAX’S POINT OF VIEW Lila’s sobs filled the suffocating silence of the room, each wail scraping against my nerves. I stared at her, disgust and anger swirling inside me like a storm. She had ruined Eva’s life, shattered her reputation, and for what? Money? Desperation? It didn’t matter.
CHAPTER 129 MAX’S POINT OF VIEW The moment I stepped out of the car. My driver remained stationed by the vehicle, his eyes cast downward in professional silence. I adjusted my tie, more out of nervous habit than necessity, and took a deep breath before heading into the company building. The elev
CHAPTER 130 Max’s Point of View Her words cut through me like a blade, sharp and precise, leaving wounds I knew would never heal. “You don’t know,” she said, her voice trembling with the weight of suppressed anguish. “You have no idea what I’ve been through in prison.” I stood frozen, my heart po
She stared down at me, her expression unreadable. For a moment, I thought she might relent, that she might offer me a glimmer of hope. But then she shook her head, her lips pressing into a firm line. “I don’t know if I can forgive you, Max,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. Her ga
"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