"And they do," Helena cut in gently, lowering herself onto the bench beside me. "You've worked so hard to give them a good life, dear one. But don't forget about taking care of yourself too." "I'll try," I whispered, though we both knew how hard that was for me. Self-care had never been my strong s
Chapter 151 Sara's Point of View The steady beeping of the heart monitor echoed through the private hospital room, each sound like a nail being driven into my skull. I sat in the uncomfortable chair beside my father's bed, my fingers drumming restlessly against its plastic arms as I stared at the
Chapter 152 Eva's Point of View Sara's earlier outburst had left an almost tangible darkness in the air, her venomous words still echoing in my mind like a broken record. I stood by my father's bedside, my trembling fingers barely touching his cold hand. The great William Brown the man who had see
The steady beeping of the heart monitor was his only response, each sound both reassuring and maddeningly empty. "I don't know what to do anymore," I admitted, my voice trembling. "Sara hates me. She blames me for everything, and I don't even know how to begin fixing it. And now this... this accide
Chapter 153 Max’s Point of View I sat behind my desk, staring blankly at the stack of documents in front of me. My mind wasn’t on the reports or the contracts. It hadn’t been for weeks. I rubbed my temples, trying to push back the headache that had been building all day. Sleep had become a rare l
Chapter 154 Eva's Point of View The harsh fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor made my head throb as I paced back and forth. Sara and her mother sat rigid in the waiting area chairs, their faces drawn with worry. None of us spoke. The tension in the air was suffocating. When Dr. Matthews h
I stumbled to a nearby bench, my legs finally giving out. The reality of what had just happened crashed over me in waves. My father was dead. The last connection to my childhood, my past, was gone forever. And his last days had been filled with conflict and stress because of those women... because o
I nodded weakly, allowing him to guide me to his car. As he opened the passenger door for me, I caught sight of Sara and her mother leaving the hospital. Josh must have seen them too, because his arm tightened protectively around my shoulders. "Don't even think about it," he warned them quietly as
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