All Chapters of RISING EX WIFE : Love Me Again Mrs Graves: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

# Chapter 31 Eva's Point of ViewI never thought I'd end up here.The guard pushed me into the cell without saying a word. The metal door made a loud bang as it closed behind me. I jumped at the sound, and my whole body started shaking. The cell was small, maybe eight feet by six feet, with gray walls that had little scratches all over them. There was a thin mattress on a metal bed frame, a silver toilet in the corner, and a small sink that was stained brown. The whole place smelled like bleach and something else - something that made my stomach turn.I walked over to the bed and sat down slowly. The mattress was hard and made weird crinkly sounds when I moved. Through the bars, I could see other cells, but they were all empty. I was alone. The silence was the worst part. It gave me too much time to think about everything that had happened..I remembered how cold Max had been when the police put the handcuffs on me, he just stood there, staring at the ground like I didn't exist.My

Chapter 33EVA POINT OF VIEW I never thought I'd end up in prison. Never. But here I am.The guard pushed me through the heavy metal door. It made this awful sound when it shut behind me - BANG! - like a gunshot. I jumped. My heart was beating so fast I thought it might explode.Everything felt wrong. The orange jumpsuit was too big and scratchy against my skin. The air smelled bad like cleaning stuff and sweat and something else I couldn't name. Something scary. My fancy shoes from the courtroom were gone, replaced by cheap plastic sandals that made my feet hurt.Yesterday, I'd been standing in court. I can still see it all in my head the judge looking down at me like I was dirt, Max (my husband, or ex-husband now, I guess) sitting there with hate in his eyes, and that jury. God, that jury. When they said "guilty," my whole world fell apart.Now I wasn't Eva Grave anymore. I wasn't the woman who lived in a big house and went to fancy parties. I was just a number Inmate 2469. That's

Chapter 35: EVA POINT OF VIEW I thought I'd seen the worst prison could throw at me. I was wrong.When that heavy door creaked open and Sara walked in, my stomach dropped like I'd swallowed a brick. She looked exactly like she always did perfect makeup, designer clothes, not a hair out of place. Like she'd just stepped out of a magazine. And there I was, bruised and dirty on the cold floor, wearing a jumpsuit that smelled like cheap detergent and sweat."Well, well, well." Her voice hadn't changed either. Still that fake sweet tone that made my skin crawl. "How the mighty have fallen."I tried to stand up, but everything hurt. My ribs screamed where they'd kicked me yesterday, and my legs felt like they were made of jelly. But I wouldn't let her see me on the ground. I wouldn't give her that."What do you want, Sara?" My voice came out rougher than I meant it to. My throat was still raw from screaming during yesterday's beating.She walked toward me like she was on a catwalk, her hi

Chapter 37I couldn't stop smiling.Eva's screams still rang in my ears. The way she had begged and pleaded, tears streaming down her face as those girl beat her up, it was better than anything I could have dreamed. Her perfect little world had finally crumbled, and I was here to watch every second of it.The living room felt warmer somehow, cozier. Maybe it was the way the evening sun painted everything gold, or maybe it was just the sweet taste of victory. I stretched out in my favorite velvet chair, running my fingers over the soft fabric. Everything felt right for the first time in forever.Mom stood by the bar cart, humming to herself as she poured our wine. The crystal bottles clinked together, a happy little sound that matched my mood perfectly. She was smiling too that rare, real smile I hardly ever saw anymore."Look at us now," she said, holding out a glass of deep red wine to me. Her eyes sparkled with something fierce and proud. "Finally getting everything we deserve."I t

Chapter 39EVA POINT OF VIEW I hate this place. The lights above me keep buzzing, making everything look ugly and pale. It's just another day in prison, but something feels wrong. Really wrong. The air feels different, like right before a storm hits. I can't explain it, but my gut tells me something bad is going to happen.The other inmates are looking at me worse than usual. I catch their eyes sometimes, and they turn away with little smirks on their faces. Their laughs echo through the cell block. They're laughing at me. They're always laughing at me.I wrap my arms around myself, trying to get warm. The thin prison uniform doesn't help much against the cold. Two weeks I've been here, and I still can't get used to it. The concrete walls, the metal bars, the endless noise, it all feels like it's closing in on me sometimes.I stay in my corner, the one spot that feels even a little bit safe. It's not much, just a small space between my bed and the wall, but it's mine. I've learned to