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Chapter Thirty-Three
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Her Sister’s Surrogate Chapter Thirty-Eight
Grace’s POVThree days. Helena had been dead for three days, and I still hadn't been able to cry properly. Just pathetic little hiccups that got lodged in my throat, making me sound like I was choking rather than grieving.Maybe I was choking. On guilt. On shame. Because of the memory of Hunter’s hands on me just hours before my sister died.I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, splashing cold water on my face for the third time that morning. I looked like shit. Pale. Hollow-eyed.I was two days late. My period was always right on time. I was scared to take a test and find out… if.“Grace?” Maya’s voice through the door. Hunter’s sister had barely left my side since the hospital. Hovering. Watching. Like she thought I might break. “You okay in there?”“Fine.” The word scraped my throat raw. I wasn’t fine. Nothing was fine. Nothing would ever be fine again.“Margo’s here,” Maya said. “With your dad.”Great. Just great. Just what I needed. My mother, with her razor-sharp grief and he
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Grace’s POVI must have dozed off, because suddenly Maya was shaking my shoulder.“Grace,” she whispered urgently. “Something’s happening.”I blinked awake, confused. The room was dimmer than before, only a small wall light casting shadows. Hunter was on his feet, leaning over Helena. A nurse was checking machines, moving quickly.“What’s going on?” I asked, rising.Maya shook her head. “I don’t know. Her monitors started going crazy.”The nurse pressed a button on the wall, and suddenly the room was flooded with activity. Dr. Patel appeared, barking orders. Someone pushed Hunter away from the bed.“Sir, you need to step back.”“What’s happening?” Hunter demanded. “What’s wrong with her?”“Please, Mr. Sinclair, let us look after her wife.”Maya grabbed Hunter’s arm, pulling him back. I stood frozen, watching the events unfold. Time stretched, seconds feeling like hours.And then, too quickly, it was over.Dr. Patel stepped away from the bed. The machines were silent.“Time of death, 2
Her Sister’s Surrogate Chapter Thirty-Six
Grace’s POVHunter had barely spoken a word since the phone call. He’d gone white, then moved like a man possessed—barking instructions at the driver. He had shut himself inside a shell.Now he strode ahead of me, leaving me half-jogging to keep up.“Hunter,” I called. “Hunter, wait—”He didn’t slow down. Maybe he couldn’t hear me over the thoughts that had to be circling in his head. Or maybe he was choosing not to hear me.The Emergency Department doors whooshed open. Hunter zeroed in on the reception desk and made a beeline.“Helena Sinclair,” he said, his voice rough. “Car accident. They called me—I’m her husband.”The receptionist’s eyes widened slightly in recognition. The Sinclairs were well known in New York. “Let me check, sir.”While she tapped on her keyboard, I caught up, standing behind Hunter. My heart hammered against my ribs. My sister. My sister was hurt. And here I was about to see her after almost sleeping with her husband.Jesus Christ. What kind of person was I? I
Her Sister’s Surrogate Chapter Thirty-Five
Grace’s POVA knock at the connecting bedroom door startled me.“Grace?” Hunter’s voice, muffled through the wood. He must have used his key to the connecting door. “We need to talk.”“Go away,” I called, hating the tremor in my voice.“Please. Just five minutes.”“There’s nothing to say.”Silence, then: “I’m not leaving until we talk.”I took a deep breath. I had to face him at some point. When I opened the door, Hunter was standing in the middle of the room, looking as wrecked as I felt.“Five minutes,” I said, keeping my distance. “Then you leave.”He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture I’d always found endearing. Now it just made my chest ache.“I’m sorry,” he began.“Don’t.” I cut him off. “Sorry doesn’t fix this.”“I know.” He took a step toward me, stopping when I backed away. “But I need you to know that I never meant for this to happen. I never intended—”“Intentions don’t matter,” I said, wrapping my arms around myself. “What matters is what we did. We betrayed Helena. We
Her Sister’s Surrogate Chapter Thirty-Four
Grace’s POVIt didn’t matter what it felt like. It didn’t matter what I felt, or what Hunter might feel. What mattered were the vows he’d made to Helena.I forced myself to stand on shaky legs, moving to the bathroom to wash my face. In the mirror, a stranger looked back at me… I didn't know this woman… flushed cheeks, swollen lips, eyes bright with tears. I looked like a woman who’d been thoroughly kissed.Thoroughly compromised. I had just had my first climax with my sister’s husband… oh god.I splashed cold water on my face, trying to wash away the evidence of what had happened. But I couldn’t wash away the memory, couldn’t undo what we’d done.There was only one solution. I had to leave. Had to remove myself from this impossible situation before it destroyed us all.I’d find another job. Another place to live. Put physical distance between Hunter and me until these feelings—this madness—subsided.The thought of never seeing him again made my chest ache. But what was the alternativ
Her Sister’s Surrogate Chapter Thirty-Three
Hunter’s POVShe stared up at me, conflict clear in her eyes. “We can’t... I should.”“But?”“But I don’t want to.” The admission seemed torn from her, painful and liberating at once.Those few words made my control snap. I kissed her again, harder, more demanding. My hand moved beneath her bra, finding her breast, thumb brushing across the nipple. She gasped, arching into my touch. I wanted to feel all of her, taste her, lose myself in her.I shifted, trailing kisses down her throat, across her collarbone. Her hands clutched at my back, her breathing ragged. When I moved to unbutton her blouse, she didn’t stop me. One button, then another, revealing more skin, more lace.“You’re beautiful,” I murmured against her skin. “So goddamn beautiful.”I pushed the fabric aside, my mouth finding the swell of her breast above her bra. She moaned, her body trembling beneath mine. I reached behind her, unhooking the lace barrier with practiced ease, exposing her completely.Time blurred as I lost
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