All Chapters of RISING EX WIFE : Love Me Again Mrs Graves: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Chapter 82Sara's Point of ViewThe morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains, but its warmth did nothing to soothe the cold dread pooling in my chest. My phone buzzed incessantly on the bedside table, the vibration rattling against the wood like an unrelenting alarm. Groaning, I grabbed it, swiping across the screen to silence the noise.My breath caught the moment I saw the notification. "Sara Brown’s secret exposed! Scandal rocks the movie industry!" I frowned, the headline glaring back at me like a taunt. Hesitation gripped me, but curiosity won.Clicking the link, I stared in disbelief as the article loaded. There it was a damning photo of me and Eric Franklin, the married director of Where Love Shines. The image showed us entering a hotel together late at night, his hand lightly brushing against the small of my back.The caption beneath the photo hit harder than any slap ever could:"Sara Brown, lead star of Where Love Shines, lands her role through a romantic affair with

Chapter 84Max’s Point of ViewThe morning sunlight streamed through the tall windows of my office, filling the room with a soft, golden glow. My desk was neatly organized, but the cup of coffee sitting beside me remained untouched, the steam long gone. I hadn't even noticed how cold it had become. My focus was locked on the tablet in my hands, my fingers gripping it tightly as I scrolled through the screen.I reread the headline again, my stomach sinking. The words felt like a slap across my face, each one sharper than the last. I couldn’t believe it. How had it come to this? My hands trembled slightly as I clicked on the article, my heart pounding in my chest.Leaning back in my chair, I tried to steady myself, but the article’s contents were even worse than the headline. They had gone too far this time, dragging her name through the mud without a second thought. My jaw tightened as I skimmed the paragraphs, each one filled with assumptions and lies. How could they write something l

Chapter 86 Sara's Point of ViewThe tension in the room was suffocating. I sat on the couch, staring at Max, my hands trembling slightly, though I refused to let him see my weakness. I had poured my heart out to him, and now the silence stretched uncomfortably as I waited for him to say something anything.My mother, ever the master of timing, placed her hand on my shoulder and leaned forward, her voice soft but edged with an anger I knew all too well. “Maximilian,” she began, her tone calculated, “don’t you see what’s happening here? Everything was fine until Eva came back into our lives.”I stiffened at her words, but I didn’t interrupt. Let her build the foundation. Let her remind Max of the havoc Eva always brought with her presence.Mom's voice gained momentum, taking on a pleading quality as she turned to him. “Think about it, Max. Think about how your life has been since she returned. It’s not a coincidence. She came back and brought chaos with her, just like she always does.”

Chapter 88Chapter 88: Eva’s Point of ViewThe restaurant buzzed with the low hum of conversations and the clinking of glasses. But at our secluded table in the corner, the energy was electric. The tension that had followed me for weeks, the weight of humiliation and betrayal, was finally lifting. Tonight, I allowed myself to smile, genuinely and without restraint.Sally raised her glass of wine, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “To poetic justice,” she declared, her voice filled with satisfaction. “Sara’s finally getting what she deserves.”“To justice,” I echoed, clinking my glass against hers.The warm glow of the restaurant’s dim lighting reflected off the delicate crystal. For once, the bitterness in my chest had dulled, replaced by a sense of vindication. I glanced at my phone lying on the table. The notifications kept pouring in messages, articles, social media posts all documenting Sara’s public downfall.“She brought it on herself,” Sally said, leaning back in her chair with

Chapter 90Max’s Point of ViewThe silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating. I stared at Eva, waiting for an answer that I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear. She didn’t flinch, her composure an infuriating mask of calmness that only added to the storm brewing inside me.“Are you the one behind everything happening to Sara?” I asked again, my voice sharper this time, almost daring her to admit it.Eva raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a smirk that sent my blood boiling. She crossed her arms, tilting her head to the side as if weighing her words. Finally, she stepped closer, her heels clicking against the tiled floor, the sound echoing in the tense office space.“What if I was?” she asked, her voice soft but laced with venom. Her question wasn’t an answer; it was a challenge, a deliberate provocation. “What would you do, Max? Punish me? Defend your precious Sara like you always do?”Her words were like a slap, stoking the fire in my chest. “Eva,” I growled, taking a step cl