Mom sobbed harder. But Louis just laughed, the sound sharp and ugly. "Always the victim, aren't you, Eva?" he sneered. "Poor little Eva, losing her mother. Poor little Eva, almost losing her father. You want to know why all this happened? Ask him." He jerked his head toward William. "Ask your preci
Chapter 238 The evening air hung heavy with humidity as Sara sat at the edge of the pool, her feet dangling in the cool water. Soft lighting from underwater lamps cast shifting patterns across her face, matching the turbulent thoughts swirling in her mind. Memory after memory played through her he
Laughter echoed through the grand dining room of the Brown mansion as James attempted to tell a joke about dinosaurs, his five-year-old enthusiasm making the punchline almost unintelligible. Helena Sinclair, the world's wealthiest woman, leaned forward in her chair with exaggerated interest, her eye
The big day had finally arrived. Sunlight poured through the beautiful windows of St. Patrick's Cathedral, making Eva's white dress shine like starlight. She stood at the altar with Max, both of them smiling with tears in their eyes. This wedding was different from their first one. This time, there
Eva's point of view The pancake batter sizzled on the griddle as Max's arms wrapped around my waist. His touch still gave me butterflies, even after all these years. Our kitchen buzzed with the familiar morning chaos I treasured, James and Mia bickering over pancakes while Leo built towers with hi
Max point of view I sat in my home office, staring at the photo from our second wedding. Eva's smile was radiant, so different from the fearful looks she used to give me during our first marriage. The guilt crushed my chest as I remembered how cruel I'd been, believing she'd manipulated my grandfa
Max point of view Three days after Martha's first visit, I paced my office at Graves Industries, running my hands through my hair. The DNA test results wouldn't come for another week, but Martha had demanded to meet today. She'd texted that she had proof, evidence that would shatter any doubt abou
Chapter 244 Eva's point of view I sat on Sara's couch, my hands shaking as I held the photos Martha had given Max. Each image felt like a knife in my heart, Max at that bar, Max with her, Max kissing her. The evidence of his night with another woman spread across my lap like daggers. "I can't br
Sara’s Point of View The evening sun painted the sky in shades of orange and gold as I stepped out of my favorite coffee shop, the warmth of the cup in my hands doing little to ease the cold rage settling in my chest. I spotted her immediately. Martha Taylor. She was leaning against my car like
Max point of view My hands shook on the steering wheel as I parked in our driveway. 5:55 PM. The lights in our home glowed warmly, but my stomach twisted with fear. How would my children react? What would I say? The front door opened before I reached it. Four small bodies exploded out, their scre
Max point of view I stared at the DNA results until the letters blurred into meaningless shapes. A knock at my door made me jump. "Mr. Graves?" My assistant's voice trembled. "Mrs. Graves is here." Eva. My heart stopped. She walked in, and the sight of her knocked the breath from my lungs. Dark
Eva's point of view The morning sun poured through the kitchen windows as I tried to make breakfast like everything was normal. My hands trembled while spreading peanut butter on James's sandwich, the knife scraping too hard against the bread. "Mommy, you're breaking it," James pointed out. I st
Chapter 244 Eva's point of view I sat on Sara's couch, my hands shaking as I held the photos Martha had given Max. Each image felt like a knife in my heart, Max at that bar, Max with her, Max kissing her. The evidence of his night with another woman spread across my lap like daggers. "I can't br
Max point of view Three days after Martha's first visit, I paced my office at Graves Industries, running my hands through my hair. The DNA test results wouldn't come for another week, but Martha had demanded to meet today. She'd texted that she had proof, evidence that would shatter any doubt abou
Max point of view I sat in my home office, staring at the photo from our second wedding. Eva's smile was radiant, so different from the fearful looks she used to give me during our first marriage. The guilt crushed my chest as I remembered how cruel I'd been, believing she'd manipulated my grandfa
Eva's point of view The pancake batter sizzled on the griddle as Max's arms wrapped around my waist. His touch still gave me butterflies, even after all these years. Our kitchen buzzed with the familiar morning chaos I treasured, James and Mia bickering over pancakes while Leo built towers with hi
The big day had finally arrived. Sunlight poured through the beautiful windows of St. Patrick's Cathedral, making Eva's white dress shine like starlight. She stood at the altar with Max, both of them smiling with tears in their eyes. This wedding was different from their first one. This time, there