LOGINGrace As soon as the car stops in the driveway, the driver steps out, leaving me and Tristin in the backseat. The heavy silence between us feels suffocating. Alexander is not Tristin’s son. We fought so many times over this, and it turns out, Ethan was playing us on this front, too.To make sure
TristinMy stomach twists. I clench my hands into fists and place them in my lap, hidden from everyone’s view.That boy’s face flashes before my eyes, and I release a slow breath, trying to control the rage simmering beneath the surface.It’s true that I just can’t feel the connection with him—a con
TristinI thought she would fall for that fucker’s trap again. I knew he wanted her to come to him and ask about that child. I wanted to stop her, tell her that she would be making another mistake, one that was eerily similar to all mistakes she had made before.But I kept quiet and followed her as
GraceThe door to the stuffy room opens, and he steps through the doorway. My hands lift from the cold table and land in my lap cautiously.An officer walks him towards the table in the center of the dimly lit room. His green eyes remain fixed on me—intense and cold.Instinctively, I break eye conta
Grace“ Why were you hurting yourself? ” I ask the boy, my eyes fixed on his drenched form.He remains silent and shivers with cold. My gaze flickers towards the air conditioner. I sigh, then reach for the remote and turn it off. “ That woman, Selene, your mother won’t come back. ” I sigh.Suddenly
GraceThe doctor Alma mentioned came with a black eye and a swollen cheek. I was shocked to see him cowering in front of Tristin, but the shock didn’t persist for a long time.After all, this was what was expected of Tristin. I knew he must have beaten this doctor up to get rid of the anger he felt
“ You are hurt because of me. ” He whispers in a daze. “ I am fine. ” I whisper back, finding it hard to suppress the pain now. As the car starts, and his warmth surrounds me, I give into exhaustion. ~~~~~~ ~~~~~~When I wake up, a familiar white ceiling is peering back at me. I register that I
TristinI stare at the people sitting around the conference table, all waiting for me to start talking or to give them a chance to talk.But I can’t do anything.I stare at the screen of my phone.It’s been three days—three days since I failed to protect Grace and she disappeared.One more failure.
EthanThe pictures lie on my lap.She kissed Tristin and spent the night at his place. She told me she didn’t want to be with any other man after me. And she lied. “ Where is she now? ” I ask Josh. “ She was last seen at the airport, Boss. ” He reveals, standing beside me.I nod, taking the pict
Grace“ The PR is taking down the articles and pulling the video from social media. They will be done soon but I think the damage is already done. ” Tristin sighs, closing his eyes.I look down at his face. I am still trying to understand how his head actually landed in my lap. I scratch my ear and







