All Chapters of Loving You Is My Greatest Mistake : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Maxwell's POVI sat in my office staring at the unsigned divorce papers spread across my mahogany desk. The words blurred together until they meant nothing. Four years of marriage reduced to legal terminology and asset division. My signature line remained empty and mocking.My mother had demanded a paternity test for Sophia's baby and Sophia had acted offended at first. Her eyes had filled with tears and she had asked how Margaret could doubt her after everything. But eventually she agreed. Of course, she agreed. What choice did she have?Something felt wrong.I could not put my finger on it exactly but the feeling sat in my gut like poison. I kept replaying the moment Sophia announced her pregnancy and trying to match it against my memories of Amelia carrying Lily.Amelia had glowed. Even through the morning sickness and exhaustion, there had been something luminous about her. Her skin had changed, her body had softened, and there had been this quiet joy that radiated from her even w

  Lily's POV I felt stronger today. Not strong enough to run or play like I used to but strong enough to sit up without feeling dizzy. Strong enough to draw pictures without my hands shaking so much that the lines went everywhere. Dr. Chen came in this morning with her clipboard and her kind smile. She told Mommy that the transplant was scheduled for next week. Seven more days and I would get Uncle Israelite's bone marrow and maybe, just maybe, I would start getting better for real. Mommy cried when Dr. Chen said it but they were happy tears. I could tell because she was smiling at the same time and her voice sounded lighter when she thanked the doctor about a hundred times. After Dr. Chen left, Mommy went to get coffee from the cafeteria. She asked if I wanted anything but I said no. I just wanted to rest and maybe watch some cartoons on the tablet Eleanor bought me last we

  Sophia's POV I stared at my phone watching Maxwell's name disappear from my recent calls list for the seventh time today. He was avoiding me and that was a problem I could not afford three days before the gala. Everything was falling apart. Maxwell had stopped answering my texts. Margaret had requested a paternity test with the coldness of someone who already knew the truth. Emma had been acting strange, watching me with suspicious eyes whenever she thought I was not looking. I paced my apartment trying to calm the panic rising in my chest. Four years of careful planning could not end like this. I had invested too much time, too much effort, too much of myself into becoming Mrs. Maxwell Anderson. The cosmetic surgeon had been my backup plan. A silicone pregnancy belly that would buy me time until I could figure out my next move. But now even that felt

  Eleanor's POV I spread the documents across my conference table like a general planning a siege. Press releases, testimonials, strategic talking points, and a timeline for the gala that accounted for every possible disaster. My PR team sat around the table waiting for direction. They had worked with me for years and knew when I was in full combat mode. "We are not just announcing Amelia's position as creative director," I said, tapping the main press release. "We are launching a full character rehabilitation campaign. By the time we are done, the narrative shifts completely. No more abandoned wife. No more victim. Amelia becomes the resilient genius who rose from the ashes of betrayal." My lead publicist Sarah nodded and pulled up the testimonial file on her laptop. "We have statements from twelve charities Amelia supported anonymously over the past fo

  Maxwell's POV The file in my hands felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. Psychiatric Evaluation and Treatment Plan. Patient: Sophia Marie Carter. I stood in the middle of Sophia's apartment surrounded by evidence of her deception and forced myself to read every word on the page in front of me. Diagnosis: Narcissistic Personality Disorder with Antisocial Features. The clinical language tried to soften what it was really saying but I understood enough. The woman I had been sleeping with for four years, the woman I had destroyed my marriage for, was a textbook sociopath. My hands shook as I flipped to the psychiatrist's notes. "Patient demonstrates classic pattern of manipulation and control in relationships. Shows no genuine empathy for others but has learned to mimic appropriate emotional responses. Views peop