CHAPTER 21

GRAYSON

As I stared at the video, my emotions tangled in a mess I couldn't unravel. My thumb hovered over the screen, ready to close it and shove the feelings back into the box where they belonged. But before I could, a notification banner appeared at the top of the screen.

Lord Andre: Why didn’t you tell me your wife had a miscarriage?

My heart stopped, then kicked into overdrive, thudding so hard I could feel it in my throat. My grip on the phone tightened, my knuckles going white. How the hell did he know? I made sure that everything that happened inside my house stayed there. I’d made damn sure of it.

Without thinking, I hurled the phone across the room. It hit the glass window with a sharp crack, the sound echoing in the quiet office. The glass didn’t shatter, but a thin spiderweb of cracks spread across the surface, matching the fractured chaos inside my mind.

I leaned back in my chair, trying to steady my breathing, but the anger and confusion boiled inside me, refusing to se