All Chapters of RISING EX WIFE : Love Me Again Mrs Graves: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Chapter 61Eva's point of view The courtroom felt like it was swallowing me whole as I sat in the defendant's chair, waiting for the judge to read the verdict. I clasped my hands tightly, my knuckles turning white as I stared down, focusing on each breath to keep from trembling. It felt as if the entire world was holding its breath, waiting to see if I’d be condemned for a crime I didn’t commit.The quiet murmurs of the people around me faded to nothing, my mind drowning in memories of the last few days, the humiliation and accusations, the look of hatred in Max's eyes. I could still feel the weight of his words, pressing down on me, suffocating me even now. No one deserved this… not even him. Yet here I was, paying for a debt that wasn’t mine. The memories of the time i was found guilty six years ago flooded my head, opening unhealed wounds.The judge, an older man with a steely expression, cleared his throat, and the courtroom fell silent. Every eye turned to him, and I felt my sto

Chapter 63Max’s Point of ViewI stared out the glass window of my office, watching the city that used to feel like it was mine, every towering building and bustling street, all under my command. Now, it felt distant, slipping further away with each passing day. I didn’t want to admit it, but ever since Eva walked out of that courtroom, something in me had shifted. That slap, her defiance it haunted me, refusing to leave my mind. She had changed, and it seemed like everything else was changing with her.“Sir?” A hesitant voice pulled me back to the present. I turned to see my assistant, Liam, standing nervously by the door, clutching a folder tightly to his chest. His face was pale, worry etched deep into his expression. Whatever he was about to say, I knew it couldn’t be good.“What is it, Liam?” I asked, trying to keep the irritation out of my voice.Liam swallowed, shifting uneasily on his feet. “It’s... it’s about the investors, sir.”I frowned, my grip tightening on the edge of m

Chapter 65: Max’s Point of ViewThe tension in the boardroom became suffocating as my uncle, Samuel Graves, stepped fully into the room. His polished demeanor exuded authority, his sharp gray suit tailored to perfection. The directors, who moments ago seemed resolute in their stance against me, now looked uneasy, their eyes darting between Samuel and me. The air was electric, and I could feel the shift in power dynamics.Samuel Graves. My uncle. The man who'd taught me my first lessons about betrayal.He stood in the doorway like some corporate grim reaper, his bespoke gray suit probably worth more than what most of my employees made in a month. Everything about him screamed old money, old power. From his perfectly polished Oxford shoes to the subtle platinum glint of his watch a Patek Philippe, if I wasn't mistaken. The same brand he'd given me for my fourteenth birthday, before everything went to hell.*"Remember, Max,"* his voice echoed from the past, *"time is the only true curre

Chapter 67 Max’s Point of ViewThe door to my office slammed shut behind me, the sound reverberating through the silence as I paced back and forth. My chest heaved, anger coiling like a snake ready to strike. The audacity. The nerve of Samuel Graves to waltz back into the company and demand control like he’d earned it. My fists clenched tightly, the rage within me building with each passing second.The board’s decision echoed in my mind a three-month ultimatum. Three months to prove myself, or risk losing everything I had sacrificed for. My reputation, my position, my legacy it was all hanging by a thread.My gaze shifted to the vast skyline beyond the glass wall of his office, my thoughts racing as i tried to quell the storm of anger rising within meThe sharp click of the office door opening broke my thoughts. I turned swiftly to see him Samuel Graves, the man who had the audacity to challenge me in my own company. His expression was calm, almost smug, as if he relished the turmoil

Chapter 69Max's Point of ViewI couldn't take it anymore. Her laugh kept hitting my ears like nails on a chalkboard. Each time she laughed, my blood got hotter. I stared at my whiskey glass, then slammed it down so hard I thought it might break. Some of the drink splashed onto my hand, but I didn't care. All I could focus on was Eva sitting in that corner with *him*.The bar was dark except for the weak yellow lights hanging from the ceiling. Through the haze of cigarette smoke, I watched them. She looked beautiful tonight, her black hair falling past her shoulders, her red dress hugging her body just right. But it wasn't her beauty that was killing me. It was how happy she looked with that guy. Even his smile made me want to punch something.He kept putting his hand closer to hers on the table. Every time his fingers moved an inch closer, my jaw clenched tighter. The way she smiled at him, the way she leaned in when he talked it was like someone was twisting a knife in my gut. That