Chapter 132 Max’s Point of View The weight of her words crushed me. The bitterness in her voice, the unwavering resolve in her eyes it was like a blade slicing through my chest. She didn’t just reject me; she made it clear that I was the villain in her story, and perhaps I deserved it. “Leave my
Chapter 133 Eva’s Point of View The weight of the confrontation with Max clung to me like a suffocating shroud. Every word, every look, every plea replayed in my mind, haunting me as I sat in Sally’s cozy living room. The soft hum of the heater did little to warm the chill that had settled deep in
Just as I began to feel the first tendrils of calm, my phone buzzed on the coffee table. I reached for it, my heart skipping a beat when I saw the caller ID. “Hello?” I answered, my voice tentative. “Ms. Brown?” a man’s voice said on the other end, his tone urgent. “Yes, this is Eva,” I replied,
Chapter 134 Eva’s Point of View The drive to the hospital was a blur. Sally’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles white as she navigated through the evening traffic. My own hands trembled uncontrollably in my lap, and no matter how hard I tried to steady them, the fear in my che
Now, he was lying on an operating table, fighting for his life. The thought made my heart feel heavy, like it was being crushed under the weight of my emotions. Guilt crept in, sharp and painful, making it hard to breathe. I pressed my hands against my face, trying to hold back the tears, but it wa
Chapter 135 Eva’s Point of View Emily’s asked, her voice sharp and full of venom, but I didn’t flinch. My heart raced, not with fear but with a strange strength I hadn’t felt before. It was as if all the pain and humiliation I had endured had built a wall around my heart, one that could no longer
Chapter 136 Maximilian’s Point of View The hospital corridor felt noisy as Sara’s voice rang out, her voice pierced through the tense silence like a jagged knife. “What are you doing here, Max?” Her tone was harsh, a mixture of disbelief and anger, but beneath it, there was something else hurt. I
Chapter 137 Maximilian’s Point of View The sight of Eva wrapped in Josh’s arms felt like a dagger plunging deep into my chest, twisting with every second that passed. My fists clenched so tightly that my nails bit into my palms, leaving crescent-shaped marks that I barely felt. My heart thundered
The private room at the Sterling Club was dimly lit, the scent of aged whiskey and polished wood hanging in the air. A thick silence settled over the space, broken only by the occasional hum of distant city traffic beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. The heavy oak door swung open, and Martha stepp
Sara point of view "Look at this," I spread the evidence across my coffee table while Josh sat forward. "The messages start exactly when Max thought Eva was dead. Then they continue, perfectly spaced, matching every late meeting, every missed event." "It does seem calculated," Josh agreed. "Not
Max point of view I sat in the darkest corner of the bar, staring into my untouched scotch. The amber liquid reflected the dim lights, a cruel reminder of how one night, one mistake, had shattered everything. Marcus sat across from me, his eyes heavy with concern. He didn’t speak, just watched me
"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