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Grace felt like she had been struck by lightning.
The next second, Owen shoved Hannah away, his face clouded with fury.
“Hannah, are you losing your damn mind again?”
Under the lights, it was clear she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her curves shifted with her movements, every line barely hid- den.
She collapsed onto the couch, laughing like it was a game. “What are you so scared of? You can’t fake what your body wants. Tell me, does your sweet little wife get you this worked up?”
Hannah approached with a grin, her pale fingers drifting down to his belt buckle.
“Look at this. Proof. Don’t you need to think of me every time to get hard?”
Owen’s eyes darkened, his expression unreadable. His hand lifted, fingertips brushing her hair briefly, then his palm clenched. He forced the emotion down.
“You’re right. But we can’t cross that line.”
This book had been
added on your bookshelf.
Grace had seen it all. Every second of it. And in her ears, it sounded like thunder.
She didn’t even know how she had made it back to the bedroom. Her whole body felt like ice. She crawled under the blankets and curled up, trying to find some warmth, some comfort.
But no matter how tightly she wrapped herself, she couldn’t unseen what had happened.
She had no idea how much time had passed before she felt a warm body press against her from behind. His arousal dug into her, heavy and insistent. His breath, hot and ragged, brushed against her ear.
Grace went rigid. It took her a few seconds to gather herself before she grabbed Owen’s hand, stopping him.
Her voice was tense. “I’m tired. I’m not in the mood.”
But he didn’t stop. He pinned her wrists down and took her anyway, rougher, more desperate than ever before.
Just as she was about to reach the edge, everything went black.
Owen’s hand suddenly covered her face. The move dragged her straight into a freezing abyss.
And then, Hannah’s words echoed in her head. “Don’t you need to think of me every time just to get hard?”
It hit her like a slap in the face.
She remembered now. Every single time they had sex, Owen would always cover her face with his hand. Now she
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understood why. He wasn’t picturing her. He was picturing Hannah.
As the last wave of pleasure tore through him, Grace shut her eyes. A single tear slid from the corner.
Owen felt the wetness in his palm. His face froze for a second, like something sharp had pierced through his chest.
He softened his movements and murmured, “I’m sorry.”
But a meaningless apology like that couldn’t fix anything.
Grace didn’t say a word. Her tears kept falling in silence.
He stared at her for a long time. His expression was complicated and hard to read. But in the end, just like always, he went to the shower and left the room.
That night, Grace didn’t sleep. She laid there with her eyes wide open until morning.
When the alarm went off, she grabbed her phone and sent a message to Leila Morgan, who was on vacation.
“Leila, did you know Hannah’s back?”
It took a while, but her phone started buzzing hard. A call.
She picked up. On the other end, Leila’s voice was rushed and panicked, “Grace, Hannah has a mental illness. She says a lot of crazy things and sometimes gets violent. Don’t worry. We plan to send her abroad again soon.”
No. Something was very wrong.
Grace’s already pale face turned ghostly white. Her gut told her Hannah’s departure two years ago wasn’t random.
Maybe the Morgan family already knew what was going on. Maybe everyone knew. Everyone but her.
She clenched her phone so tightly her knuckles turned white, heart pounding. But her voice stayed calm.
“Okay, Leila. Got it.”
When she got up and washed her face, all her emotions were sealed away, hidden deep beneath the surface.
She drove to the Spencer Group for work. The moment she sat in her office, her assistant knocked and came in.
“Ms. Spencer, Mr. Morgan sent you a gift.”
Grace paused. The gift was a Patek Philippe women’s watch, worth three hundred thousand dollars.
Staring at the watch, Grace knew exactly what it was. Owen’s way of apologizing for what he did last night. For how rough he’d been. For ignoring her completely.
The assistant looked at the watch with envy, “Mr. Morgan delivered it himself. You two are so in love.”
“In love?”
Grace gave a soft, empty laugh and waved her assistant out.
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She didn’t want to think about the mess anymore. She buried herself in work instead.
It might have been true. When you were miserable in love, you thrived at work. That day, Grace finally closed a con- tract stuck in limbo for over six months.
At the celebration dinner, she let herself go a little. She got drunk. Really drunk.
By the time she stumbled home, it was late.
She pushed open the door, swaying, and the moment she looked up, she locked eyes with him.
Owen’s cold, dark gaze was waiting for her. He caught her before she could fall. “You drank this much?”
Grace looked at his annoyed expression and laughed.
Owen was a neat freak. A control freak, too.
Their prenup had even spelled it out. No coming home reeking of smoke or alcohol. And this time, she’d broken that rule on purpose.
Every time she closed her eyes, she saw that scene from last night. It clawed at her chest like thorns.
She didn’t answer him. Instead, she reached into her purse, pulled out a watch box, and tossed it at his feet.
“I don’t want your apology gift.”
Owen stared at her briefly, something flickering behind those distant eyes.
Then he said, “You want something else?
“If three hundred thousand isn’t enough, I can get you that necklace, ‘Heart of Hope,’ right?”
The Heart of Hope was a breathtaking sapphire necklace designed by a world-famous jeweler. Only one was in exis- tence, and it was worth five million.
But Grace didn’t care. She met his eyes, lips pale, and said softly, “I don’t need any of it. I only have one request. Tell Hannah to move out.”
