All Chapters of RISING EX WIFE : Love Me Again Mrs Graves: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Chapter 72Eva’s Point of ViewI sat behind my desk, skimming through the endless emails piling up in my inbox. Each one required a decision, a command, or a signature so many details, each one moving the company forward, step by careful step. I had fought to get here, to build something entirely mine. But today, there was an uneasy, restless feeling lingering in the back of my mind.A soft knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts. I glanced up, expecting to see one of my assistants, but instead, there he stood my father. His presence hit me like a cold wind, a reminder of a life I had tried to bury. The man who had once held my future in his hands, only to gamble it away on his own ambitions.“Eva,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper as he took a tentative step inside.I stayed silent, gripping the edge of my desk. The last time I had seen him felt like a lifetime ago. I remembered every detail every painful choice he made for me, every time he looked the other way as I

Chapter 74Sara’s Point of ViewI threw my phone across the room, barely satisfied when it crashed into the wall, leaving a tiny crack on the plaster. It wasn’t enough not nearly enough to match the rage bubbling inside me. How could they drop me? I had worked with that brand for years, posed in their overpriced clothes, attended all their stupid events. They had no right to just drop me like I was some disposable piece of garbage.“Unbelievable,” I muttered under my breath, fists clenching at my sides as I paced the room.I could feel the hot anger churning in my chest, tightening with every thought of what I’d just lost. This wasn’t just some silly brand. No, this was a contract worth millions, a partnership that had been a staple of my image for years. And now? Now it was gone, just like that. They hadn’t even had the decency to tell me to my face. An email a cold, impersonal email that arrived in my inbox that morning like an insult.As if on cue, my mother’s voice cut through the

Chapter 76SARA POINT OF VIEW I stormed out of Max's office with my blood boiling so hot I could barely see straight. My heels stabbed the marble floor with each step, echoing my rage through the hallway. The nerve of that man! After everything everything I've done for him, this is how he treats me?Outside, the crisp evening air stung my cheeks, but it did nothing to cool the fire raging inside me. My driver jumped to open the car door, probably sensing my mood. I practically threw myself into the backseat."Home," I barked. The poor guy flinched. Whatever. I wasn't in the mood to play nice.The whole ride home, I couldn't stop seeing it - Max crumpling up those divorce papers like they were nothing. Like I was nothing. Eva was literally giving him an escape route on a silver platter, and what does he do? Throws it back in her face! In my face! God, it made no sense. This couldn't be about love Max doesn't even know what real love is. This was about control. Had to be. But seeing h

Chapter 78Chapter 80: Eva’s Point of ViewThe meeting room was packed. Board members, senior executives, and other key decision-makers sat around the long oval table, their faces a mix of skepticism and curiosity. I could feel their eyes on me as I stood at the head of the room, the large projector screen behind me glowing with the first slide of my presentation.Taking a deep breath, I looked at each of them, silently willing myself to stay composed. These were the same people who had doubted me when I was first appointed CEO. Some of them hadn’t even tried to hide their disdain, openly questioning my grandma's decision to entrust her company to me. ( None of them here knew that Mrs Sinclair was my grandma because i have asked Grandma not to reveal my identity now)Today was my chance to prove them wrong.“Ladies and gentlemen,” I began, my voice steady despite the fluttering in my chest. “Thank you for giving me the opportunity to present my proposal for the company's new direction

Chapter 80: Eva’s Point of ViewThe grand auction hall was abuzz with chatter, the air electric with anticipation. Lavishly dressed men and women milled about, their eyes gleaming with the prospect of acquiring the rare and priceless. Every corner of the room exuded wealth ornate chandeliers hung low, casting a warm glow on the velvet-draped tables, while servers in crisp uniforms flitted by, offering champagne on silver trays.I adjusted the delicate bracelet on my wrist, a simple piece that belonged to my late mother. Though understated compared to the jewels paraded around me, it reminded me of who I was and who I refused to become. Beside me stood my uncle Josh Sinclair, his presence as magnetic as ever. He was calm and composed, his tailored suit fitting him perfectly, his confident demeanor catching the attention of nearly every woman in the room.“Feeling nervous?” he asked, his voice low as he leaned closer.“Not in the slightest,” I replied, my tone steady despite the simmer