Lahat ng Kabanata ng MY CRUEL HUSBAND : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

THE DEPARTURE.Maxwell POV Those words silenced me. My throat tightened. She continued, her voice shaking with the weight of her reality.“I have spent years serving your family. I was paid. I was cared for. I had stability here. I sent money home to my younger siblings. I helped my mother. I saved little by little.”She paused and swallowed.“But now… there is no salary. There is no security. There is no guarantee that these people won’t throw me out tomorrow like a dog.”My eyes burned. I wanted to argue. I wanted to promise her money. But my lips could not form lies. Because I had nothing. Absolutely nothing.Mira’s tears returned.“And Maxwell…” she whispered, lowering her voice, “I am afraid.”That confession hit me harder than anything. Mira was not a woman who admitted fear easily.She was strong. She was always composed. Always prayerful. Always steady. But now she was afraid.Afraid of the same darkness that had swallowed my family. She continued, almost whispering.“Your pa

THE HALLS OF A FALLEN EMPIREMaxwell’s POVThe door closed behind me with a heavy finality, the sound dull and thick, like a coffin being sealed. For a brief moment, I stood motionless with my back pressed against the expensive wood, as though I could still feel the warmth of the outside world lingering on my skin. The air within the mansion was colder than I remembered. Not because the air conditioner was running too high, but because the home itself had become a stranger to me—silent, empty, stripped of its soul.I lifted my head slowly, my eyes traveling across the long hallway that once felt like a path to comfort and privilege. The marble floors still gleamed beneath the chandelier lights. The walls still wore their golden frames like proud crowns. The paintings still stared down with quiet arrogance. Yet everything felt wrong. It was as though the mansion had lost its meaning. The beauty remained, but life was gone. It was like looking at a body dressed in expensive clothes afte

A HUMBLE BEGINNINGMaxwell’s POVFor three days after reading Mira’s message, I did not reply immediately—not because I did not want to, but because I did not know what to say. My pride fought with my reality, and my reality always won. Each morning, I woke up in the mansion like a ghost inhabiting a body that no longer belonged to him. The halls were still polished. The air was still conditioned. The furniture still carried the scent of luxury. But the truth remained like a stain that could not be washed away: none of it was mine anymore.Each day that passed felt like a countdown. Thirty days had sounded like time enough, like a distant threat I could ignore for a while. But after Mira left, the days began to move faster, as though time itself was eager to push me into the streets. I tried to eat, but my appetite was thin. I tried to sleep, but my dreams were restless. Every sound startled me. Every silence reminded me of my loneliness. Even the mansion’s grandeur became unbearable,

NEW LIFE Maxwell POV I stood at the entrance of the manager’s office, staring at the wooden door as though it was the gate separating my past from my future. My fingers twitched slightly at my side, and my throat tightened. It was strange how a simple office door could feel heavier than the gates of the mansion I once called home.Mira did not hesitate. She lifted her hand and knocked twice.“Come in,” a deep voice responded from inside.Mira pushed the door open gently and stepped in first. I followed behind her, my shoulders stiff, my heart pounding with a quiet dread I refused to confess. The office was modest but neat, with a polished desk, a computer, and a few files stacked carefully in corners. Behind the desk sat a man in his late forties, perhaps. His face carried the calm seriousness of someone who had seen many people come and go, many dreams rise and fall.He looked up immediately and smiled.“Mira,” he greeted warmly. “Good afternoon.”“Good afternoon, sir,” Mira replie

HUMILIATION Maxwell POV Daniel nodded slowly, as if he didn’t know what else to say either. Then he placed a hand briefly on my shoulder—a simple gesture, but one that almost made my composure collapse completely.“You don’t deserve what happened,” he whispered. “I heard about everything. I… I really did.”I stared down at my notebook, afraid that if I looked into his eyes, I would break. The kindness in his voice was too much. It reminded me that I had lost something irreplaceable. It reminded me that my parents were not just a story. They were real people. They were my world.And now they are gone.“People are stupid,” Daniel continued softly. “They talk too much. Don’t listen to them, Max. Just… just hold on, okay?”I nodded slowly, forcing myself to breathe. But the class did not appreciate Daniel’s kindness.Because kindness always makes cruel people uncomfortable. It reminded them that they were wicked. And wicked people hated being reminded.A boy from the back—Tyler, one of