All Chapters of Loving You Is My Greatest Mistake : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Maxwell Hartley's POVI walked into Children's Memorial Hospital still wearing my tuxedo and I must have looked ridiculous but I did not care.The gala had descended into chaos after Amelia left. Reporters shouting questions. Guests whispering about scandals. My mother was trying to manage the fallout while Thomas dealt with business associates who suddenly questioned the Hartley family's stability. I stayed long enough to make sure things would not completely implode and then I left because none of it mattered compared to Lily fighting for her life.The surgical waiting room was on the fourth floor. Sterile white walls. Uncomfortable chairs. Fluorescent lights that made everyone look half dead. Amelia sat between Eleanor and Israelite and all three of them looked up when I entered.Amelia's face showed surprise. "Maxwell. What are you doing here?""Lily is in surgery," I said, staying near the doorway in case she wanted me to leave. "Nathan is donating now. I needed to be here. For L

  Amelia Hartley's POV I sat beside Nathan's body in the hospital morgue and the cold seeped into my bones as it would never leave. His hand was still in mine. Already cooling. Already becoming something other than the warm living person who had smiled at me hours ago and told me to take care of my beautiful daughter. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead. The smell of antiseptic could not quite mask the underlying scent of death. Eleanor sat beside me in the other chair. She had not spoken in twenty minutes. Just sat there being present in the way only true friends know how to do. Not trying to fix anything. Not offering empty platitudes. Just existing in the grief with me so I did not have to carry it alone. Nathan's face looked peaceful. That was what everyone always said about the dead and I had always thought it was a lie people told to make themselves feel better. But

  Sarah Mitchell's POV I sat in my hotel room staring at photographs that should have been packed away years ago but never were because I could not let go. Nathan at twenty-five. Young and hopeful with his arm around my waist at some beach I could not remember the name of anymore. Nathan laughing at a joke I had told. Nathan sleeping on my couch with a book open on his chest. Nathan proposing on one knee with a ring he saved six months to afford. A life we should have had spread across my bed in glossy paper memories. I had built what everyone called a successful life after he left. Career as an investigative journalist. Awards. Travel to places most people only dreamed about. Accomplishments that looked impressive on paper and felt hollow in reality. But I never loved anyone again. Never even came close. Every relationship ended the same way with me com

Israelite Winter's POVI received Sarah Mitchell's email at two in the morning and knew immediately that sleep was no longer an option.Maxwell's theory about Sophia having a partner changed everything. What looked like isolated attacks by two separate women suddenly appeared connected and that connection meant organization. Planning. Someone was pulling strings behind the scenes while Sophia and Vanessa played their roles in front.I forwarded the information to my security team and started cross-referencing timelines myself. Sometimes the most important details revealed themselves only when you looked at the whole picture instead of individual pieces.Sophia's engagement to Nathan ten years ago. Her affair with Maxwell two years ago. Lily was poisoned six months ago. Vanessa's lawsuit three months ago. Nathan's death two weeks ago. Five separate events spread across a decade but maybe not separate at all if someone connected them.I pulled every document related to each incident. Le

  Maxwell Hartley's POV I listened to Richard Westbrook threaten to kill my wife through a phone connection that felt like it was burning a hole through my skull and realized my entire life had been a lie. Not just the affair with Sophia. Not just the destruction of my marriage. Everything. Every business decision I made in the past four years. Every board appointment. Every strategic partnership. All of it was manipulated by people I never saw coming. I stood in the lobby of Richard's building waiting for Amelia with my hands shaking and my mind racing through years of memories that suddenly looked different under new light. Sophia appeared at a charity gala where I was vulnerable and lonely. Her knowing exactly what to say. How to touch me. What insecurities to exploit? That was not luck. That was a strategy. The elevator doors opened and Amelia stepped out looking pale an