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
Chapter 138 Maximilian’s Point of View “I have nothing to do with Sara,” I said, my voice cutting through the tense silence. The weight of my words hung heavily in the air, shocking not only Eva but Sara and her mother, Emily, who stood a few steps away. Eva’s eyes widened momentarily before narr
Chapter 139 Eva’s Point of View The room felt like it was spinning. The doctor’s words hit me like a punch to the gut. “Your father is in a coma,” he said, his tone neutral, as if he had delivered such news countless times before. I stared at him, my voice trembling. “What… what are his chances o
Chapter 140 Eva's point of view My chest was tight, and no matter how much I tried to breathe, it felt like I was drowning. The sound of my own heart pounding in my ears only made it worse. My father was in a coma, and I couldn’t stop blaming myself. I should have forgiven him. I should have been
Josh didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. He just sat there beside me, offering me the comfort of his presence. His hand found mine, and for a moment, I let myself lean into him. I needed someone who wouldn’t hurt me. Someone who wouldn’t leave me when things got tough. “You don’t have to go thr
Chapter 141 Sara's point of view The door slammed shut behind us, the sound echoing through the house. I didn’t care. I was furious, my blood boiling with every step I took into the living room. My mother was right behind me, her heels clicking against the marble floor, matching my pace as we bot
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