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 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
"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
Chapter 1EVA POINT OF VIEWMy hands tremble as I stand before the mirror, looking at my reflection, I hardly recognize myself. Fearful, wide eyes stare back at me, and the lace of the wedding dress were suffocating me and itching against my skin. The weight of this decision that I never made were l
Chapter 2 Maximilian point of view The door slams behind me, and I lean against the cold wall, running a hand through my hair. My chest tightens with frustration, my anger was swirling like a huge storm and I can’t control it. I am supposed to be married to Sara not her sister, not that slut Eva.
Chapter 3Eva’s Point of ViewI woke up in darkness, my body aching, my vagina sore. The bed beneath me was cold, just like the man who once lay beside me. I reach out to the other side of the bed, but Max was no longer there, I wondered if he had sneaked out of the room without me noticing.My gown
Chapter 4Eva’s Point of ViewI hesitate for a moment, standing in the doorway, my heart pounding in my chest. Max is sitting on the couch, his expression was cold, his eyes met me with that same icy glare. He holds a glass of whiskey in one hand, even though it’s barely morning. “Sit,” he said, hi
Chapter 5Max’s Point of ViewI watch as Eva walks out of the room, her fragile figure trembling, but she holds her head high, trying to maintain whatever dignity she has left. I can see the pain in her eyes, but I don’t care. I won’t let myself care. She deserves it, after everything that she did t
"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