Grace was back in the flat she shared with a roommate in downtown London. A week had passed since she left the Meyer Mansion. The past few days had been brutal on her. She spent most of her time in bed wallowing in self-pity. In all that time She had not heard from Nicko and did not expect to.Now that she was going to be a single parent, she needed to make arrangements about where she would stay. The flat was too small to bring up her child in. their child.The place had been perfect when she was still a hostess on the ship but since she could no longer work, the place felt cramped. Today she planned on calling the flight Center to get a flight back to Ireland as soon as possible. She was moving back to her childhood home in Culmore. The house had been vacant for 5 years now. She took a long shower, giving her time to put a pause on her thought, relishing the pressure of the water on her skin. As she stepped out of the bathroom, she felt like a new person. Her mind was clearer th
After seeing the mystery car outside the gallery. Grace hailed a taxi and went back to her flat. she didn't feel safe walking back home.'could it be a coincidence?' but why was the car showing up in places she went to? she guessed who was responsible for the car following her but she did not see any reason why would he, given the fact that he had not bothered to reach her after telling her about his engagement.*When she arrived at her flat she locked all the doors. her flatmate's light was off, which only meant one thing: she was working the night shift again. they had a special language. if their lights were off, they were out. she went through the kitchen looking for any leftovers from during the week. she did not plan on cooking that night, she had already made a note to eat out after visiting the gallery. she realized as she opened the fridge that her hands had a slight tremor. the car from earlier had raffled her feathers. she found a slice of pizza and warmed it up. This was
Nicholas sat in his office looking at the file in front of him. he'd been staring at the contents of the file for half an hour and still, it did not make it easier with each passing moment. the results from Grace's blood work were back and he was more confused about his cause of action than he was a week ago. in front of him, he was staring at the paternity test results of Grace's unborn child. their unborn child. he took in a long breath to calm himself.underneath the medical file was another file he wanted to look at, which was thicker than the first. since Grace sneaked out from his home a week ago, he had hired a private investigator to track her down and stationed his private security team outside her block to keep an eye on her. the idea that Grace was out there with what was then his potential child gave him sleepless nights. the last time they spoke she didn't look happy and he didn't know what her next move was. Andhe knew he was in no position to talk to her face-to-fac
Amelia sat drinking her morning coffee. The house was silent, and she wondered what time Nickolas came in last night. They hardly saw each other. They were living like total strangers. The wedding plans had been put on hold, he refused to discuss anything related to the wedding. Amelia's need for control meant that she went ahead with the plans behind his back. The fact that he was not letting her in on the baby saga was infuriating. She saw Grace as Vulture that would do anything to make a buck. she knew their type. As she mentally went through her list of boutiques she wanted to visit for her wedding gown, she needed a pen and paper to jot everything down, and after breakfast, she was meeting with her wedding planner. she wanted everything to be perfect. While she and Nickolas sorted their differences, the wedding plans needed to be in motion. Becoming Mrs. Meyer was no small matter even for her. She made her way to Nickolas's study in search of a notebook and pen. The office wa
James sat transfixed on the table, with the letter in front of him. The sound of water spinning over the stove shook him to reality. he got up and removed the hot kettle. He looked at the water spilled over the stove and sighed, then carried the prepared tray of tea to the dining table. the woman sitting at the table was drumming her nails on the table for the pure enjoyment of the sound they made. she raised her head the minute James walked in."Your tea Maam," he said as he put the tray down. her lips curled into a half smile and she noticed the white envelope next to the cups. her eyes twinkled with wonder at what surprise awaited her. despite her scheming, she wanted the relationship between her and Nickolas to work.James had retreated to the kitchen when he heard the breaking of China on the wall. he rushed out and found Amelia in a fitting rage. the tray he put on the table not long ago, what remained of it, was on the floor in pieces." That bastard!" she was livid. James k
[Four Months later]Rose Campbell walked briskly towards the brownstone house. she was late, although her neighbor didn't mind. she wasn't critical about such things, but Rose was a woman who liked to keep her promise. she never broke a promise and she hated being late. but more than her punctuality, what got Rose so worked up was the gossip she was carrying, the news was burning a hole in her chest. when she reached the front door, she was gasping for air. she put down the packet she was holding and poked around for the house keys in her small purse. when the door swung open. surprising her, she cried out, "Grace, darling I almost caught my heart in my hands" she walked inside the house. And once inside, she took off her Cardigan and hung it on the coat stand behind the door, together with her small purse. Then walked straight to the kitchen and threw herself on a bench by the French doors, getting an overview of the backyard."I saw you coming up the lane, like the devil's at your
When Grace came back in the evening from her outing with Neill, Rose was already gone, the house looked like a home again. She had done a fabulous job with it. She unpacked Neill's bag, it had been a great day outdoors but now they both needed a bath. she was feeling sticky from the heat and Neill was being fussy, which was associated with a need for a nap, which made him also irritable. After she was done putting Neill down for the night, grace sneaked into the guest bedroom, where her mini studio was set up. she had yearned for this time all day to be alone.And after years of planning. tonight she did not want to plan what she was going to paint, and she didn't want to know what the end product was, but she merely took a brush, and paint and started working on a clean canvas. She worked until her hands went numb. she labored on that canvas for six hours straight. for her, this was more than just painting. she bared her soul on that canvas. it was close to midnight by the time she
When Grace shared her tale with Nickolas, Rose was silent before she spoke up. "Oh, that sounds like a lover's fuss to me." Rose finally said after Grace told her how she knew Mr. Meyer."Let's just say I was in love with a man whose heart is linked to another.""And you got your heart broken." it was a statement than a question. "Maybe just a bit of it, not all of it." Grace still desired to have some of her pride intact."Well, the best way to heal a broken heart is not locking yourself away from the world, in an old town like Culmore. besides, I heard Mr. Meyer was asking about you down at the guesthouse.""Why am I not surprised?""Well. Luis mentioned it the other day in passing." she looked down in shame at being caught out."A man like Mr. Meyer who opened his home to you and took care of you seems to me like he was laying the groundwork for the future." "It seemed to me like he was protecting his image." "Uh.huh. I knew a man once who protected his image, I can tell you, gi