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"Hungry?" he asked, glancing over at me. "We could get something to eat before we head home."I nodded, suddenly aware of the hollow feeling in my stomach. I'd been so focused on the interview that I'd forgotten to eat since breakfast. "Starving, actually.""There's that Italian place you like near the beach house." Hunter's lips curved into a smile. "One with garlic bread you'd kill for.""Perfect." I squeezed his hand. "The babies want pasta."Hunter chuckled, the sound warming me from the inside. "Already using the twins to get what you want, I see.""It's a mother's prerogative," I teased back, resting my hand on my still-flat stomach. I couldn't feel them yet, but having the images of them made it more real.The restaurant was half-empty when we arrived, the early dinner crowd not yet filtering in. The hostess seated us at a quiet corner table, away from the few other diners. Hunter requested it specifically, giving us privacy."You did well today," he said after we'd ordered, hi
I followed Hunter out of the car, hand pressed to my stomach as if the two tiny lives inside needed protection from the news vans already clustered at the entry of the parking lot, four security guards keeping them back."Head up," Hunter murmured, his arm firm around my waist as security kept them back. "Don't give them anything."Reporters shouted questions, cameras flashed, but all I registered was the reassuring pressure of Hunter's hand guiding me forward. The lift doors closed behind us with a whisper, silencing the shouts."You okay?" Hunter studied my face as we waited for the elevator to reach our floor."I'm fine." I straightened my shoulders. "I refuse to hide like I've done something wrong."His eyes softened, pride warming his gaze. "That's why I love you."It made my heart flutter. I leaned against him, drawing strength from his solid presence."Quinn says the reporter will be here at four," Hunter said, checking his phone. "Your father confirmed he'll join us. We tell o
Grace's POV"Do you want to see her?" he asked quietly when I didn't move straight away. "Your mother. I would understand if you did. We could go there first."The question caught me off guard. I'd been so focused on Dad, on how this would affect him, that I hadn't even considered whether I wanted to face Margo. Whether I needed to."I don't know," I admitted. "Should I?"Hunter's thumb traced across my knuckles where our hands were joined. "There's no should about it, Grace. It's entirely up to you. There is no wrong or right answer."I stared down at our linked fingers, thinking. Part of me felt like I should want to see her, to try one last time to understand why she'd done what she'd done. But the larger part, the part that had been ground down by years of her criticism and manipulation, felt nothing but exhaustion at the thought."Do you think it's a good idea?" I asked.Hunter shrugged, his expression carefully neutral. "Might be the closure you need so we can move on. But the c
Hunter's POVI was in the kitchen making eggs when my phone rang. Morrison's name flashed on the screen, and my stomach tightened. Grace was still asleep upstairs, and I wanted to keep it that way, at least until I knew what this call was about."Morrison," I answered, keeping my voice low."Mr. Sinclair, I'm calling to let you know we've just arrested Margo Wilson."I paused, setting down the spatula. "When?""About an hour ago. She's being processed now. Thought you and Mrs. Sinclair should know before it hits the news."I exhaled slowly. It was expected, but hearing it confirmed still felt like a punch to the gut. For Grace's sake."Thank you for the heads up," I said."There's one more thing. Your father-in-law asked us to call you and let you know. He'd like to speak with Grace when she's ready."Poor John. This was going to destroy what was left of his campaign, but he'd made his choice. He had stayed with Margo instead of leaving her years ago."I'll let her know," I said. "Tha
Grace's POV"He knew nothing about the payments, about the egg switch, about any of it. The diary makes that clear. Helena only involved people she could control. Even Hunter was kept in the dark." Because there was no way Helena could ever control Hunter. She may have thought she could.Detective Morrison nodded. "The evidence supports that. Your father wasn't involved in the financial arrangements."Relief washed through me, even though I'd known it was true. Dad had been as manipulated as I had, just in a different way."What about the clinic?" Hunter asked. "When will it be shut down?""The state medical board has already suspended their license pending investigation," Elliott replied. "The doctor directly involved will face criminal charges."Quinn gathered her papers. "I think we're done here. My clients have been more than cooperative."As we stood to leave, Morrison addressed me one last time. "Mrs. Sinclair, I want you to know, what happened to you was wrong. No one should ha
Grace’s POVAs we pulled into the parking lot of the police station, I spotted Quinn's sleek black car already waiting.She stepped out as we approached, impeccable as always in a tailored suit, her expression giving nothing away. But her eyes softened when she saw me."How are you holding up?" she asked."I'm okay," I said, managing a small smile. "Got some good news this morning, actually."Quinn tilted her head, curiosity flashing across her face."We will tell you later," Hunter said."Well," Quinn said, straightening her shoulders, "let's get this over with so you can go home."I nodded, taking a deep breath as we approached the station entrance. Reporters clustered near the doors, cameras at the ready. Hunter's arm went around me protectively."Mrs. Sinclair! Is it true you're pregnant?" one shouted."Hunter! Do you have any comment?"Quinn stepped in front of us, her voice cutting through the chaos. "No questions. Mrs. Sinclair is here to cooperate fully with the investigation.







