RISING EX WIFE Love Me Again Mrs Graves (Eva and Max) novel Chapter 9

Chapter 9

SARA POINT OF VIEW

I sat beside Maxmillan in the car, the look on Eva's face when she saw me with Max was the most beautiful sight and it meant that i am victorious. Causing her pain and suffering is my life purpose.

I've always felt overshadowed by my sister Eva. I’ve always hated her.

I hate how easily everything comes to Eva. I hate how she can walk into a room, and everyone’s attention immediately shifts to her, how people seem to draw toward her like she’s some kind of magnet for adoration. No matter where we went, who we were with, she was always the center of everything, the one people noticed first.

Even our dad, who's usually as cold as an ice cube, manages to crack a smile when Eva's around. Me? I might as well be invisible and forgotten, I had always thought that i will be my father's little princess after he brought my mother and i to live in his house after the death of Eva's mother but no, i was wrong because he never looked my way neither did he even get married to my mother, my mother is just a mistress to my father because he couldn't bear to hurt Eva.

I can’t even remember when it started the resentment, the jealousy. Maybe it was the first time I realized people liked her more than they liked me. Maybe it was the way our teachers and school mates praised her, talking about how sweet and kind and smart she was, while I sat there, invisible, forgotten, overlooked, left in her shadow. Or maybe it was the way the workers at home always whispered about her, admiring her like she was some kind of princess.

“Eva’s such a lovely girl, isn’t she?”

“She’s going to make someone very happy one day.”

“She’s so polite, so generous.”

It was always her, Always Eva. And I was just… Sara. The other one. The one who was never good enough, never quite as special.

And then there was Max

Maximilian Graves. The man I’ve wanted since the moment I laid eyes on him. He was mine, or at least, he was supposed to be. I thought he loved me. I thought he wanted me. But even that was a lie.

He wasn’t mine. He was hers.

It was Eva he wanted, not me. He loved her. He still loves her, even though he doesn’t want to admit it, even though he’s too proud to say it out loud. I can see it in the way he looks at her, even now, after everything that’s happened. He may be cruel to her, may treat her like she’s nothing, but deep down, I know the truth.

And I hate her for it.

I hate her for having everything I’ve ever wanted. For being the one everyone loves, the one everyone protects. Even when she’s hurting, even when she’s humiliated, they still flock to her. They still care about her.

No one has ever cared about me like that and to crown it all the wealth that i have been enjoying belongs to her, everything was handed over to her by her mother. Her mother almost all of the Brown's wealth and Eva is her next of kin and my father put Eva's name as his sole heiress.

I remember the day it all became clear. The day I realized just how much I despised her.

We were teenagers, both of us just starting to understand the world and our place in it. I’d worked so hard to win our father’s approval, to be the daughter he could be proud of. But no matter what I did, it was never enough. I wasn’t enough.

And then there was Eva, sweet, perfect, beloved Eva, who didn’t have to try at all. She just existed, and people loved her. It didn’t matter what she did. She could have done anything, and they would have worshipped her for it. It was infuriating, watching her walk through life with that effortless charm, like everything was handed to her on a silver platter.

I worked so hard to be seen, to be acknowledged. But all I ever heard was, “Why can’t you be more like your sister?”

Those words stuck with me and haunted me. They’ve followed me for years, ringing in my mind, reminding me of everything I’ll never be. Everything I’ll never have.

But I wasn’t going to let her win. Not anymore.

So, I did what I had to do. I turned people against her, little by little, chipping away at her perfect world. Our father was the first. It wasn’t hard, he was already cold, already distant. All I had to do was plant a few seeds of doubt, whisper a few carefully chosen words. “Eva doesn’t really care about the family business, you know. She’s always daydreaming, always thinking about other things. She’s not like us, Father. She’s not strong like we are.”

And it worked. Slowly but surely, I started to tear her down, to make her look weak in his eyes. It was satisfying, watching the way his disappointment in her grew, the way he began to doubt her, question her loyalty. For once, I was the one he listened to. I was the one he trusted.

But it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I needed to destroy her completely.

That’s where Max came in.