All Chapters of RISING EX WIFE : Love Me Again Mrs Graves: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter 42: Eva's Point of ViewI couldn't sleep. Not really. You know that feeling when your mind just won't shut up? That's how I felt, sitting on my bed as the sun started to peek through my curtains. My whole body felt heavy, like I was carrying rocks in my pockets, but my brain wouldn't let me rest.Today was the big day. My grandmother Helena was finally going to tell me everything. You'd think that would make me feel better, right? But my stomach was doing flip-flops, and my hands wouldn't stop shaking.I heard footsteps in the hallway - soft ones, like someone trying not to startle a scared animal. That's how everyone seemed to treat me these days. The door opened, and there she was. Helena. My grandmother. Even now, those words felt weird in my mouth.She looked at me with those kind eyes of hers the ones that made me feel like maybe, just maybe, everything would be okay. "Morning, sweetheart," she said, and her voice was warm like a hug. "Sleep okay?"I tried to smile, but

Chapter 44MAX POINT OF VIEW The sun is setting outside my study. Its light makes long shadows on my floor. I sit at my desk, tapping my fingers on the wood. The quiet in here feels heavy, like it's hard to breathe. My eyes keep going to her picture in the corner. Eva's picture. No one has touched it since everything happened. She looks so innocent there, with her bright eyes and soft smile. I was such a fool."Look at you," I say. The words come out ugly and bitter. "You're dead, and here I am, stuck cleaning up your mess." My voice bounces off the walls, harsh and angry.When I first heard she died, I felt happy. I know that's wrong, but it's true. Then I got angry because even in death, she got away easy. "You got off too easy, Eva," I say through clenched teeth. "You should have suffered more."I get up and walk to her picture. Those eyes that told so many lies. "You think it's over? You think dying makes everything okay?" My heart pounds hard in my chest. "You ruined everything!

Chapter 46: Eva’s Point of ViewSix months can change everything.Six months ago, I was lost. Broken. Afraid.Six months ago, i was in prison and left alone to die.Six months ago, I was beaten and maltreated by the inmates in prison because of the cruelty of Sara.Six months had passed since I learned I was pregnant. Six months of worry and fear, but also some happy and hopeful moments. With my grandmother's help, I decided to leave the U.S. and move to London. I wanted a fresh start, away from everything that reminded me of my past.The day we got on the plane was full of mixed feelings. I held my grandmother's hand tightly. I felt scared and excited. The plane's engines hummed as we took off, leaving behind the painful parts of my life. Grandma smiled at me, her eyes bright and encouraging..“You’re going to be okay, Eva,” she said, her voice calm. “This is a new beginning for both of us.”I nodded, trying to believe her. “I just want to do right by the kids,” I whispered, lookin

# Chapter 48: Sara's Point of ViewI can't sleep again tonight. My head's pounding from all the crying, and the wine isn't helping anymore. The clock on my phone says it's 3:27 AM. Another sleepless night, thinking about Max. Always about Max.The bathroom light feels too bright as I stare at myself in the mirror. God, I look awful. My eyes are all puffy and red, mascara everywhere. There are seven empty wine bottles on the counter now I've been counting them like they're keeping score of my bad decisions. Twenty five bottles for seven days of trying to forget what happened last weekend. But I can't forget. I never can.It's been six years since Eva died. Six years, two months, and fifteen days, to be exact. Yeah, I keep track. Pathetic, right? But that day changed everything. I really thought... I really believed that maybe, finally, Max would see me. Really see me. Not just as his friend, not just as his shoulder to cry on, but as someone who could love him. Someone who already did

Chapter 50: Eva's Point of ViewMy hands were shaking a little as we drove up to Grandmother Helena's estate. Even after all these years, the place still took my breath away. The iron gates slowly opened, and I heard the kids gasp from the backseat."Oh my gosh, Mom! Look at how huge it is!" Sam pressed his face against the car window. "It looks like those fancy houses we see in movies!"He wasn't wrong. The mansion was massive, sitting there like something out of a fairytale with its perfect gardens and sparkling fountains. The evening moon made everything look magical, casting silver light across the marble statues."Mama, are those real flowers?" Mia's eyes were wide as she pointed at the rose gardens. "There's so many colors!""Those are all real, baby." I smiled. "Your great-grandmother loves her flowers."We pulled up to the front steps, and my heart did a little flip. There she was Grandmother Helena, standing tall and elegant as ever. Even at seventy-five, she looked like sh