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Her Sister’s Surrogate Chapter Forty-Four
Grace’s POVThe words hung there. Grace wasn’t sure if he expected a reply. Because the way he’d worded it made it feel more like a demand than a question.“Married?” I stared at Hunter. “You can’t be serious.”His expression didn’t change. “I am.”He reached out as if to touch me, but I stood slowly, putting distance between us, needing to think. To breathe. If he touched me, I was unable to think clearly. “Your wife… my sister just died. We just buried her. And you’re proposing?”Hunter’s jaw tightened. “This isn’t about romance, Grace. It’s about practicality. About what’s best for the baby.”“Practicality,” I echoed, the word hollow. “You’re talking about marriage like it’s a business merger.”“In many ways, it is.” Hunter stood as well, his eyes never leaving mine. “You’re carrying my child. This gives us a way forward where neither of us has to give the baby up.”I shook my head, wrapping my arms around myself. “This is insane. You don’t just marry someone because they’re pregna
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He stared at me like I’d slapped him. “You don’t have to. I didn’t mean—”“It doesn’t matter. I do need to move out. I have no place here, Hunter.”“Where will you go?”“I’ll figure it out.”He looked wrecked. “You could stay as long as you need. I could always move to the office apartment.”“I think I have stayed long enough, don’t you?” I said. “I will not be a rebound for your issues with Helena even though she is no longer here, and I will not let you blame me for what went on before or after her death. I have enough guilt to live with without carrying yours.”He didn’t argue. Just stood there. He had lost the color in his face. I didn’t know if he was shocked or angry.I stepped past him.“Grace—” His voice cracked.I turned back.“I’m sorry,” he said again, softer this time. “For what I said. For all of it. It wasn’t you.”“I know,” I whispered.I left before I broke again. I will not be the scapegoat in his mind because I have enough going on in mine.Once I got to my room, I c
Her Sister’s Surrogate Chapter Forty-Two
Grace’s POVTwo days after the funeral, I found myself wandering through the now silent house. Everyone had finally gone home. The mourners offering sympathy, my mother with her brittle grief, Hunter’s parents with their genuine sorrow. The person they felt sorry for was Hunter. Because no one had known the real Helena… Not even me.Maya had left reluctantly, only after I’d insisted I needed time alone.Hunter had disappeared into his study hours ago. The door firmly closed. He hadn’t emerged since. I wonder if he was drinking again. They hadn’t worked since Helena’s death, but Hunter had meetings with his second in charge every day to keep up to date on events. They both just hadn’t gone into the office.My feet carried me upstairs without really knowing why. I paused outside Hunter and Helena’s bedroom door. I hadn’t been in there since before the accident. I felt like I was trespassing now. But something pulled me forward, my hand turning the knob before I could talk myself out of i
Her Sister’s Surrogate Chapter Forty-One
Grace’s POVI stared at my reflection. The black dress hung on me like I’d borrowed it from someone larger—I’d lost weight since Helena died, despite the tiny life I was now carrying. My hand drifted to my still-flat stomach, the weight of the secret as heavy as the grief.“You ready?” Maya appeared in the doorway, already dressed in a simple black suit.I dropped my hand fast. “As I’ll ever be.”She stepped closer, voice low. “Any morning sickness yet?”“No. It’s way too early. Just this constant... awareness.” I couldn’t explain it better—this perpetual consciousness of the tiny being developing inside me. Helena and Hunter’s baby. My sister’s final legacy. How would Margo feel about this... how would Hunter feel knowing his wife was dead?“Have you thought about when you’ll tell him?” Maya asked, fixing my necklace.“Not today.” I shook my head. “Not while we’re putting his wife in the ground. I’m worried it will just be too much in one day.”The drive to the funeral home passed in
Her Sister’s Surrogate Chapter Forty
Grace’s POVI stared at the pregnancy test in my hand, still sitting on the closed toilet lid where I’d been for the past twenty minutes.Two pink lines.Pregnant. There was no escaping the truth of the test lying there.I was pregnant with Helena and Hunter’s baby.The surrogacy had worked. The embryo transfer with Helena’s egg and Hunter’s sperm had taken. There was a tiny life growing inside me, a piece of my sister living on while she wasn’t.I pressed a trembling hand to my still-flat stomach. A baby. Helena’s baby. The boy or girl she’d never know. I wasn’t getting symptoms yet because it was too soon. Only a few weeks. I’d taken one of these early tests because my period was late.I couldn’t stop the tears then as they poured down my face. I’d been so caught up in the guilt of Chicago, in the shame of what Hunter and I had done, that I hadn’t even considered how this would make me feel. That the surrogacy might have worked. That I might be carrying the child Helena and Hunter
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Hunter’s POVThe whiskey wasn’t working anymore. I’d been drinking for three days straight, and all I had to show for it was a pounding headache and the same fucking thoughts circling my brain like vultures.Helena was dead.I’d betrayed her with Grace. I was a dirty bag.I set the glass down too hard. It cracked, a thin line appearing from base to rim. Figures. Everything I touched these days seemed to break or turn to shit.“Hunter?” My father’s voice, followed by a knock. “Son, we need to talk about the funeral.”I ignored him, staring at the cracked glass, at the amber liquid inside it. I didn’t want to talk about the funeral. Didn’t want to think about Helena in a box, lifeless.Even now, all I could think about was Grace. Which made me feel even worse and unable to look at her. I couldn’t get the image of her underneath me on that hotel couch out of my head. Grace’s soft gasps in my ear. Grace’s body responding to my touch while my wife was alive and breathing and somewhere in N
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