Chapter87:

Chapter 87  Sara’s Point of View The room was heavy with a silence that bordered on suffocating. The air felt stagnant, a mixture of anger and frustration that seemed to press down on me like an invisible weight. I sat on the edge of the couch, my nails digging into my palms as I tried to process the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me. Max had walked out not too long ago, leaving my mother and me with the faintest hint of hope that we had planted the seeds of doubt in his mind. Yet, his hesitation still stung. He should have believed us outright trusted us. But no, he had to think it over, and that was unacceptable. “This isn’t over,” my mother muttered, her tone sharp as she paced in front of me. “Maximilian is just being stubborn. He’ll come around. He has to.” I nodded stiffly, though my mind was elsewhere. My chest burned with a mix of fury and humiliation. That woman Eva always had a way of turning people against me. Why couldn’t Max see it? Why couldn’t anyone see it? Befor