Chapter 22Grace WilsonPOVWhen I woke up I was alone in the room, the screaming outside scared me. I didn’t dare move from the bed, when Rowan opens the door and walks in, relief washes over me. I feared the worst. That someone was going to come and take me away from Rowan, I’ve been waiting for the other shoe to drop yet nothing happened…When I look at Rowan I realize how angry he looks.“Did something happen?" I ask.He looks up at me, his face now devoid of any emotions, he shakes his head. "These idiots were watching a movie by the door it woke me up, I gave them a talking to."I nod in understanding. “Don’t be too hard on them, they must be bored guarding the door.” I felt bad for them, standing by the door the entire time. It must be exhausting and boring.I can’t imagine standing by the door for hours on end doing absolutely nothing. I get bored sitting around in my room all day.“It’s their job Grace, they get paid to guard the door.” He says walking over to the sofa.I sig

Chapter 23 – Leaving the hospitalGrace WilsonPOVWhen I was a child, I had so many dreams I’d wanted to accomplish, always knew I wanted more than a high school diploma, I wanted to study art, it was the only thing in the world that brought me happiness. Then I wanted to meet a kind man fall in love and have children, treat my children better than I was. Make sure my children, had clean clothes, make sure they had the means to clean their bodies. and hope for them to have a whole soccer field of friends.Rowan takes my hand in his as we exit the Elevator. I look up at him, yes Rowan is kind and I’m sure our children will be loved by his parents and him I’m sure of it, but he’ll never love me.If my own parents never loved me, how could I expect someone else to. Our children will be well taken care of I’m sure of it. Rowan is a good-looking guy I’m sure he could get any girl in the world, yet he chose a nobody like me. It does make me wonder why though, why spend a fortune buying me,

Chapter 25Grace WilsonPOVThis morning Rowan was waiting outside my bedroom door, I was going to knock on his door asking what I should wear. I wasn’t sure if I should dress up for the wedding or not. He told me to dress comfortably. We’d get a dress in Vegas so that’s what I did.The realization that I’d be a married in just a few hours hits me like a ton of bricks. Though what I’m feeling at the thought isn’t what I expected. After Rowan’s question last night, I’d expected to feel anxious or even nervous. But I feel excited, being tied to Rowan excites me, I know I’m supposed to hate him, I’m supposed to want to run as far as I can, but I know I’ll be living on the street the second I leave. And the big gaping hole that will be left inside of me, the thought of not seeing Mia every day, the thought of not seeing Rowan everyday brings me nearly to tears. Rowan and Mia are the only friends I’ve ever made in this life.“We’re here Grace…" Rowan’s cool voice brings me out of my though

Chapter 27Grace PriestPOVToday is the day, today is my wedding day. Well the big grand wedding. Rowan and I got married in Vegas a month ago. It feels like just yesterday that we getting ready for the wedding. Yet here I am in a wedding dress with my mother in law. Gaby talking to the wedding planner. It feels unreal how big this wedding is.I’d love to say that I’m deeply in love that his is the happiest day of my life, but when I think of today I think of a theater show we’re putting on fooling all those people into believing we’re madly in love.Recently I’ve been feeling a little guilty about the whole secret we’re keeping from the world. Though telling people you bought your wife at an auction is a little weird right? Out of this world. Spending that much money to make someone your wife than the kicker is, he spends even more money to provide for me. The wedding in Vegas, flying out the hairstylist Carly for this wedding. He has done so much for me, I don’t know how to feel ab

Chapter 29Rowan PriestPOVSitting in the dark remembering my wife's smile is one of the many ways I love torturing myself.I love self-torture. Self-love? I don’t know a damn thing about that. How can a man who hurts the people he loves love himself? How can a man who is the reason his wife is dead love himself?Ah the joys of being me. Making another woman my wife is one of them. Disrespecting my wife’s memory by sleeping with other women.Then making Grace my wife. Grace… Someone like Grace. Someone who sees everything through this sunny perspective. I don't know how to put it into words. She's something I haven't seen ever. Growing up in this life I've come to realize that nothing has a bright side. Yet since Grace has come into my life my days have become brighter. My mind wonders to her when I'm not with her. I can't wait to hear what she's reading next. What new funny scenario plays out in her mind. It's entertaining...I bite my lip and take a swig of my lukewarm whiskey.I s