GraceSeb’s little face fills my phone screen. I watch him for a moment, my heart weighing heavy in my chest. His eyes light up, and he grins so wide that I forget to breathe for a second.“ Mom! Look, I built a tower! ” He tilts the camera to show a wobbly stack of blocks leaning dangerously to one side.I smile, warmth spreading through my cold body. “ That’s amazing, baby. You have gotten good at this. ”He looks back at the screen with a proud, toothy grin. “ I wish you were here to play with me, Mommy. When…will you come back? ”My throat tightens, but I keep the smile in place. “ I miss you too, baby. I will be home soon. I promise. ”“ Sebastian. Eat your fruits. ” Mom’s voice sounds from behind him.Seb glances offscreen, distracted by her. “ Granma made snacks! I will be right back, Mommy! ”“ Go ahead. ” I keep the smile on my lips as he looks at me a last time.He disappears before I can say another word, the screen wobbling until a familiar face takes his place.“ Grace… ”
Grace“ If this doesn’t work… ” She continues, now sighing heavily. “ …my parents will marry me off to Harry. I made a bet with them, remember? They gave me three years to make something of myself in our company. And that time is almost up. ”Of course. She has gone against her parents to stand with me. I don’t even know why she would do that, but I know…I don’t deserve it. “ Don’t worry, Talia. We will make it. You won’t have to marry that trouble. ” I rub my temples, feeling the weight settle onto my shoulders. The car slows as we approach the venue. My stomach twists. This is it. I step out, gripping my clutch tightly as the cool night air brushes against my skin. Talia links her arm through mine, pulling me forward with a grin that doesn’t quite reach her eyes.Inside, it’s a world of crystal and velvet, soft music drifting over the hum of conversations. I show the invitation card at the entrance, and my heart pounds in my chest as we pass through.As soon as we are inside, and
GraceThere is a bitter taste in my mouth. I can’t get rid of it no matter how many sweets I eat, or how much wine I swallow.I watch as my husband parades that beautiful secretary around like she is his wife instead of me. My eyes narrow just a little, the alcohol in my stream beginning to burn hot—hotter by the moment.Why her? He said he has seen so many beautiful women around, then why is it her he brought here with him or why is it her that he chose over me?I scan her from head to toe, my gaze lingering on the slit in her dress that reveals her whole leg, to her upper thigh. Then, I look at her hair which is curled to perfection and left to fall in waves over her bare back.My trance breaks as her soft laughter filters through the other noise around me. When she smiles, her cheeks push her eyes up a little, making them appear like crescent moons.She is indeed beautiful.But... She is…less beautiful than many women I have seen besides Tristin before.But…she can give a genuine
Grace“ It’s a nice surprise to see you— ”Her shrill voice dies, as I grab my husband by his jacket and pull him down. Before any of us can anticipate my next moment, my lips slam against his mouth, staking my claim on him.Words are not needed. I don’t need to hit another girl either.This man alone…needs to know that I am still here, and whether he hates it or not, we are still married. What I did was not a conscious sin, but what he is doing is a grave sin and it’s…breaking my heart apart.I am sure I hear gasps erupt around me, but why does it matter?I reach forward, and my hands rest on his nape as I deepen the kiss, just lingering there, tasting his minty breath against mine. He doesn’t respond, doesn’t even flinch. We are so used to it that his lips fit right into mine without him trying.He can’t forget it, can he? He can't forget that we have kissed more times than we can count and his body responds to mine with a fervor that he can never experience with another woman...
GraceTristin’s hand clenches into a fist. I watch as he steps back, running his fingers through his dark hair, the way he always does when he is trying to control his rage. My chest tightens, and my heart pounds harder by the passing moments. A server carrying a tray of glasses passes by me, and without thinking, I grab another glass of wine. I lift it to my lips, and Tristin’s hand shoots out. Too late. I down the glass in one gulp, the sharp burn moving down my throat. He snatches the glass from my hand and slams it onto the tray. His eyes darken some more. Now, I can sense him vibrating under that dark suit, just on the verge of exploding. “ Really? ” His voice is low and controlled—dangerous.I shrug, and my heart misses a beat as he steps forward. The air thickens around us. He grabs my arm tightly, but not tight enough to hurt, and starts dragging me towards the exit. “ Tristin… ” I begin, but my words die in my mouth as his grip tightens, warning me to keep quiet.The ro
GraceI lift my gaze, and meet his blue eyes. He is disgusted—a voice whispers in my head right away. I kissed him. I knew he felt disgusted around me after what happened, and I still went ahead and kissed him in front of everyone. And like a good husband, he didn’t let me embarrass myself. Shame claws at my chest. I bite my lip so hard it starts stinging. I drop my gaze to the pavement and wish he just goes inside so he doesn’t have to witness my walk of shame.But he is more stubborn than I like.A moment later, his shadow covers the lights around me, and his black, shiny shoes come into my view. “ What happened? ” His voice is low and sarcastic. “ Were not you trying to act like a teasing, happy wife just some time ago? Did you lose all that courage already? ”Tears burn the back of my eyes as my head drops even lower. We didn’t even talk properly after that morning in the cabin, and I don’t know how to take it…now that I am beginning to sober up. He just left me alone without
GraceMy hand lowers to his collar, and this time, I don’t trace his skin, I just hold on for dear life and try to avert my gaze.“ Look at me. ” He hisses, still holding me in his arms, still trying to suppress his fury. “ did I not tell you about what a cheat my father was? Did I not tell you how much I fucking hated how he cheated on a new woman every fucking week, and destroyed every single life in our house?! ”I flinch and tighten my grip over his collar. My lips quiver, but I don’t look away from his fire-filled eyes.“ And you still…believe…I would do the same to you? You believe I would repeat that cycle? ” His voice rises, making my chest tighten.I flinch again and force the words out. “ I am sorr— ”“ I wouldn’t have done it to my wife even if I had married for business. ” He notices the slight fear that reflects in my eyes and lowers his voice. “ And you think I could have done this to you? Even after you know…I loved you? ”Cold crawls down my spine. Everything stills in
GraceIt all happens so fast. One moment I am sitting in his lap, and the next, he slams me into the bed. His legs force my thighs apart and his hands hold my wrists above my head.Tristin draws his head back and I gasp. “ I am sorry. ”He presses his face into my neck. I feel his ragged breaths warming my skin until he exhales so close to my ear. “ I don’t need it. ”A heaviness settles onto my chest. We remain like this, his fingers digging into my wrists and his weight over my body, crushing me under him. “ I don’t know what else to do, Tristin. But I know…I don’t want to lose you. ” I choke out, my mouth drying. “ I…love you so much. I can’t be without you. ”The moment those words are out of my mind is the moment he pulls his face out of my neck and stares at me. My heart misses a beat as I see the rage, the pain in his eyes. “ Tristin. ” I whisper.“ I hate that you have made me this way. ” He murmurs, his voice husky. “ so out of control. So desperate for you. ”There is no t
Tristin“ The reporter contacted us when he found out it’s about you, Boss. ” Adler, the lawyer who has taken Luca’s spot until he is with Ania, repeats what he told me before.I look at the file and the pictures. Serena didn’t wait—or it’s better to say—Ethan didn’t wait.Now that Serena and that kid’s presence alone has not worked in his favor, he has opted for trying to make this public. The article is not even about me. It's about her-my wife. It says that I had a son that I knew about and was forced to hide because my wife refused to accept him. This is aimed to make Grace become the third woman in our relationship because I have had that boy with Serena before she came into my life.To top it with a cherry, I knew Serena's sob story would be added later.It's clear that Ethan wants Grace to feel every kind of pressure, from every side, so she decides she can not take it anymore, decides that it’s better to leave me than to stick with me. She is right. Ethan is like a mad dog.
GraceI should have known. Serena won’t sit still. She has to keep provoking me because making me run away from Tristin is her final goal so she can take my spot and become the new Mrs. Roberto. With that goal in mind, she showed up at the hospital room with a fruit basket and flowers. Instantly, Mom, who had been caring for Ania, turns back into the sweet mother-in-law she insists on playing for her.Tired of the drama, I step out and walk towards a quiet lounge. It has been several hours since I have been running back and forth.Now, my head is beginning to spin.Rubbing my temple with my fingers, I take out my phone and dial Mary’s number. She picks up after a few rings, and her groggy voice sounds from the speaker.“ I apologize, Ma’am. I fell asleep just now, and I— ”“ Is Seb sleeping? ” I come straight to the point, too tired to listen to her ranting.“ Young Master? ” She gasps and then hurriedly continues. “ Yes, yes, the Young Master is sleeping. I stayed with him the whole
GraceTristin nods, his grip tightening. “ Is it really that painful? ”I smile softly. “ Do you not remember when I gave birth? I was screaming and— ”“ Stop. ” Tristin’s voice turns bitter. He turns his head, his eyes darkening. “ I don’t want to recall that, and I do not want you to go through that again. I would not even dare want more children after seeing you like that. ”I blink at him, caught off guard. Then I try to joke. “ That is because you already have two sons. Why would you want more? ”The words register after I have already said them. Silence falls between us right away—thick and uncomfortable. I regret saying it.Tristin looks at me for a long moment before sighing under his breath. “ That is not why, Little Butterfly. I just do not want to see you in pain ever again. ”I nod, swallowing the lump forming in my throat. We don’t talk after that. The awkwardness still hangs. We grab some sandwiches and coffee before heading back. I convince Mom to eat, and after a few
GraceThe corridor outside the operation theatre is filled with tension. Mom sits stiffly on one of the chairs, her fingers twisting together, while Tristin paces back and forth, his jaw tight. Every few minutes, he runs a hand through his hair and squeezes his eyes shut whenever Ania’s screams echo down the hall. The air is thick, heavy with worry and helplessness.I stand still, my hands clenched at my sides, my stomach twisting into knots. This is really nerve-wracking.The doctors have not said anything good about Ania’s condition. And it has been a long time since she went into labor. I can’t help but feel that the longer it takes, the harder it becomes to control my nerves. The sound of hurried footsteps reaches me, and I snap my head up just in time to see Luca rushing toward us. His eyes are wide, panic written all over his face. He stumbles to a stop in front of me, his chest heaving up and down heavily. “ Where is she? ” His voice breaks as he looks around wildly, search
Grace“ What? ” My heart misses a beat as I listen to her breathless cries from the other side. “ Ania, just hold on. Everything is going to be fine. Where are you right now? ”“ I—I am going to our hospital. ” She hisses, then screams in pain. “ and Luca—Luca is not here. Where is that asshole when I need him?! ” I open my mouth to say something when Ania starts cursing out and wailing as loud as she can. Panic grips my throat as I rush back to the dining room. My heart is pounding too hard in my chest. “ Mom! ” I shout, forgetting everything else, every grievance, every ounce of resentment. Right now, none of that matters.Mom’s head snaps up instantly. “ Grace? Why are you shouting? What’s wrong? ”“ It’s Ania… ” I say, barely stopping to breathe. “ She is in labor and on the way to the hospital. We have to go. Right now. ”For a moment, Mom just sits there, just staring at me. Then she jumps to her feet and gasps. “ My daughter is in labor? ”“ Yes. We need to— ” I start, but
GraceIt was nearly impossible to convince Tristin to adopt Sebas—That…child.But then again, Tristin was right in his own way.I couldn’t even bring myself to call that child by his name because…somehow, he shared the same name as my son, so how was I going to raise him? How was I going to deal with the hatred he had for me, and how was I going to lessen that hatred after pushing his mother away from him? I had a hunch.The adoption would prove to be just a setup for a bigger disaster in the future. What if…Sebastian and Seb turned out to be another Lily and Grace? What if one grew up to be used to snatching everything away from the other? There are too many questions.But there is no answer.I sigh as I watch Mom’s back. She is sitting in the dining room, piling up food in Serena and her son’s plates. The child keeps nodding, but he doesn’t smile—I notice.He is as serious as any adult who is weary of life or nearly done with it. A frown etches between my brows as I rest my si
GraceMy body trembles with the intensity of the rage. I want to say so much more, but he releases a shaky breath, and I pause.“ I feel it too…We are drifting apart. ” His grip on me tightens, his voice dropping. “ But I won’t let you go. I can’t. Not when I have realized…that…my fears are…making us drift apart more than anything else. ”My heart clenches. I swallow the lump in my throat and shake my head. Unconsciously, I grab his wrist and lean into the warmth of his hand. “ What if I really insist on leaving? ” I want to know the answer, to know for sure where we still stand. “ Will you lock me up and keep me like a caged bird forever? Just like…you are doing right now? ”Something crosses Tristin’s eyes—a dark emotion. Then he swallows hard and shakes his head.“ If… if I can’t stop you…” He says, his voice hoarse. “ and you really leave…then I will…spend the rest of my life trying to win you back. I won’t let go, but I won’t try to…put you in a cage. Because you…will hate me fo
GraceTristin hangs up, and silence falls between us. He told Luca to bring the pictures from the office. My stomach twists. What pictures?My mind immediately goes to the ones of him and Serena. The ones Ethan sent me. Pictures meant to…break us apart.No.A cold shudder runs down my spine.Ethan wouldn’t… he wouldn’t send similar pictures to Tristin, right?But what could he possibly take pictures of? I didn’t…My vision darkens for a moment when I think about that night in the cabin. My throat closes up, making it hard for me to breathe.He…wouldn’t have fallen so low, right? I barely get a moment to process that horrifying thought before I feel something shift in the air. I blink, and Tristin is suddenly too close—too near, his cologne wrapping around me like a vice grip.I look up, only to see his hands at the collar of his shirt, unbuttoning it slowly. I blink, watching as he opens the last button and pushes the shirt off his shoulders with ease. My breath hitches in my thro
Grace“ No. It sounds tempting, but we are not doing it. You can not raise that boy, Grace. We can not- - - ”“ Why? ” I snap, cutting him off. “ because you want to raise him with Serena, who is unhinged and bitchy! ”Tristin’s lips press in a thin line. His eyes narrow as if silently reproaching me for saying it aloud.I stand beside the bed, just in my panties, and suck in a slow breath. Instantly, his gaze drops to my chest, and he sighs.“ Why would I want to do that? ” His voice softens.“ Because she is your mistress, and you are lying to me about everything you just told me. ” I fold my arms across my chest, hiding my body from him.We are in the middle of an argument, and his starved, heated look is not helping this. “ I did not lie to you about anything. ” Tristin whispers, then averts his gaze to the wall. “ Just like I told you, I just don’t want you to— ”“ Okay. ” I say, interrupting him. “ Okay? ” Tristin’s brows lift, his eyes still on the wall.“ Yes… ” I shake my he