Hi Lovelies, I know you have been dealing with slow updates in this book for quite some time. But that's going to change now. I am going to try updating this book almost every day I can (I hope nothing comes in the way of this). For your continous support, Thank You. You mean a lot to me. P.S. Let me know what you think about this story so far and what you hope to see Grace and Tristin doing in the future 💕 Love you ❤️ ~S.Y
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
Grace“ I can’t do this. I can’t live without you. You know it. If something happens to you, I will follow you wherever you go. ” His lips quiver.An unconscious smile pulls at my lips. The warmth in my chest is almost scorching my insides.In the past, why did I even think that this man could cheat
Grace“ I consulted different doctors, and one of them made it possible for her to get pregnant again. I know you can’t think about having a child with another woman. That’s why I had to do this. Grace has to give you one more— ”“ How?! ” Tristin snaps.The way his eyes redden and his whole frame t
GraceIt takes me almost an hour to regain my conscious thinking. My body starts to feel my own, and my heartbeat begins to settle down.I sit on the hospital bed, glaring at Tristin, who is sitting on the couch in the corner while Mom paces around angrily.We have been like this for the past hour,