Grace POV
Hunter exhaled through his nose, rubbing a hand over his jaw. “I don’t think that would be a good idea.” I watched him, frowning. Since when had my personal life been in any of his business? If, at one time, he had wanted to be part of it, I would have listened. But now? This conversation irritated me. What right did he have? He had the person he wanted to spend his life with. Wasn’t I allowed that as well? I scoffed. “Since when do you care who I spend time with?” Hunter’s gaze locked onto mine, something dark and unreadable in his expression. “Because I do.” That caught me off guard. But then he said something that explained exactly why he felt entitled to an opinion. “You are my wife’s sister. I think I have every right to worry about my family.” I could hear the frustration in his voice. Hunter didn’t like to be questioned. “I may be Helena’s sister and your sister-in-law, but I am well over the age of consent.” For a second, I had let myself hope he truly cared. “If I want to date a thousand men, then that’s what I can and will do, and there is nothing you can do to stop me.” “You can’t be serious.” Hunter’s voice was sharp, cutting through the heavy silence of the conference room. I crossed my arms over my chest, mirroring his stance as I glared at him. “Oh, but I am.” My voice was deceptively calm, but there was fire beneath it. “I have plans tonight, Hunter. And last I checked, I don’t need your permission to have dinner with someone.” Hunter’s jaw tightened, his hands curling into fists at his sides. “You don’t even know him.” “I know him well enough. I was stuck in the lift with him, and I understand he is your friend. So what’s your problem?” I saw a flicker of anger pass through his brown eyes. “That’s not good enough,” he snapped, stepping closer. “Grace, you could be pregnant. You should be taking care of yourself, not going out with some—” “Somewhat?” I interrupted, my voice rising. “Some man who actually sees me as a person and not a walking incubator?” Heat flooded my veins. “Because that’s all I seem to be to you and Helena.” Hunter’s nostrils flared as he exhaled sharply. “That’s not true.” “Isn’t it?” I let out a bitter laugh. “You didn’t ask if I was okay after that elevator stopped. You didn’t ask if I was scared or if I got hurt. The first thing you did was tell Max to let go of me, like you had the right to dictate who I let touch me.” Hunter’s eyes darkened. “I… that is… Max has a reputation.” My breath caught, but I refused to let myself worry about it. If anything, it could be a good thing. He might be the one man able to chip away at the ice around my heart. “God, I hope so. I need some excitement in my life.” Hunter blinked. His lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but no words came. “Why do you care, Hunter?” I pressed, my voice quieter now, more dangerous. “Why does it matter to you if I go to dinner with Max?” “It just does,” he said through gritted teeth. “That’s not an answer.” This was about control. Hunter didn’t like having control taken from him, and that was exactly what I was doing. Hunter turned away abruptly, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “Grace, I don’t have time for this. I’m trying to make sure you don’t do something reckless.” I let out a sharp laugh. “Reckless? Going to dinner is reckless now?” “You don’t know Max.” Hunter was clearly not happy with me for not falling into line, for not being a good little employee. But as my boss, he had no right to talk to me about this. As my brother-in-law, he thought he did. “But you do? You know him as a friend, Hunter, not as someone to date. So back off.” “I know enough about his dating history,” Hunter said darkly. I tilted my head and studied him carefully. “No, you don’t. You know things from your university days. You’re just grasping at excuses because you don’t like the idea of me having a life outside of this arrangement.” Hunter said fuck under his breath, turning back to me. “That’s not it.” “Then what is it?” He clenched his jaw. He didn’t have an answer, and the silence between us was thick with something unspoken. Suddenly, I realized how close we were standing. I could feel the warmth radiating from his body, the barely restrained tension between us. My pulse pounded. For a brief second, Hunter’s eyes flickered to my lips before he jerked his gaze away. I swallowed hard. No. Absolutely not. I must’ve imagined it. For so long, I had wanted more, so I had read something that wasn’t there. Slowly, I took a step back, shaking my head as if to rid myself of the sudden rush of awareness. “You don’t get to control me, Hunter. You don’t get to tell me what I can and can’t do.” His jaw tensed again, his frustration evident. “I’m not trying to control you, Grace.” “Yes, you are.” I took a shaky breath. “And I won’t let you.” Hunter’s eyes burned into mine, his hands still clenched at his sides. Then, just as he opened his mouth to respond, The door swung open. I stiffened as Helena walked in, her expression unreadable. Her eyes flickered between us, taking in the charged atmosphere. “What’s going on?” she asked slowly. Hunter instantly pulled back, the shift in him immediate. His face went blank, his posture straightening as if nothing had happened. “Nothing.” I let out a short laugh. Of course. Helena’s gaze sharpened as she looked between the two of us. She might not know exactly what was happening, but she wasn’t stupid. The air was thick with tension, my anger at Hunter almost visible. I didn’t have a poker face. My emotions were on my face for all to see. I needed to get out of here, so I turned toward the door. “I should get back to work.” Helena arched a brow. “Grace.” Her tone was questioning. I hesitated, but didn’t turn around. Her voice was smooth, laced with something knowing. “Is there something I should know?” I glanced at Hunter over my shoulder. His expression was carefully composed, but tension lined his jaw, his hands twitching, as if he wanted to stop me from leaving. Coward. I simply shook my head. “Ask your husband.” I wasn’t going to let him get away with it. He thought he could question me like this, then he could explain everything to Helena. And with that, I walked out, leaving Helena and Hunter alone.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
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
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
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
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
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