Semua Bab Her Sister’s Surrogate: Bab 91 - Bab 100

The reporters' questions were still echoing in my mind as we drove away from the police station. Everything had happened so fast, finding Helena's diary, discovering her affair with Chief Summerset, confronting him at the station. I still couldn’t quite believe it.I'd been running on pure adrenaline, my only thought to get Hunter out of there. I couldn't tolerate the idea of him spending even one night in jail. I wanted him with me. Always.Now, as we pulled up to the house, exhaustion hit me like a wave. Leaving the house and being at the police station had only been around two hours, but I felt like I had run a marathon."Thank you," Hunter said quietly to Max as our friend put the car in park. "For everything today. For calling both Grace and Quinn. If you hadn't, I think tonight I would have been sleeping in a jail cell, not our bed."Max nodded, his usual carefree demeanor replaced with something more serious. "You'd do the same for me. Call if you need anything."I watched Maya

He scooped me up without warning, one arm behind my knees, the other supporting my back. I squealed in surprise, wrapping my arms around his neck."Hunter! I can walk.""Taking my wife to bed," he said simply, carrying me toward the stairs. "Where I intend to spend the next several hours showing her exactly how much I love her."As he carried me up the stairs, I rested my head against his shoulder, marveling at how much had changed in a single day. This morning, I'd been packing Helena's things, uncovering her secrets. Then Hunter had been arrested, and I'd been terrified of losing him. Now, miraculously, he was free. And he loved me.He loved me.And that, I realized as Hunter shouldered open our bedroom door and laid me gently on the bed, was all I'd ever truly wanted.I closed my eyes for just a second, at peace—and everything went black.Hunter's arms were wrapped around me when I woke, his breath warm against the back of my neck. The room was dim, the curtains drawn against the m

Morrison stops me before we can leave the hospital. "Actually, Mrs. Sinclair, we'd like a word with you and your husband before you go."Hunter's arm tightens around my waist. "Is this really necessary, Detective? My wife needs rest."Morrison's expression gives nothing away. "It won't take long."I glance up at Hunter, see the tension in his jaw, the wariness in his eyes. "It's okay," I tell him. "Let's get this over with. Then we can go home."Detective Morrison leads us to a small room off the main corridor, closing the door behind us. Elliott follows silently, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. The room feels too small with the four of us inside."I thought Quinn told you we needed to go through her," Hunter says, voice clipped. He doesn't want to be there and he's making that very clear to everyone in the room.Morrison meets his gaze evenly. The woman had balls. Hunter, when pissed, scared most men. "This isn't about your sister's murder, Mr. Sinclair. Well, at leas

After we hung up, I sat in stunned silence, trying to come to terms with what we'd just heard. Helena's killer had been caught. The case would be closed. But the fallout was just beginning."Hey." Hunter's voice pulled me back. "This is good news.""I know it is." I turned to look at him. "Quinn's right. Once this hits the news, everyone will be talking about Helena's affairs, the diary, Summerset. And the baby...""Let them talk," Hunter said firmly. "We know the truth. And our child will know the truth, that they're loved. That they've always been wanted. The rest is just noise. Unimportant."I leaned into him, drawing strength from his certainty. "What if they try to take our baby away? Because of how it was conceived? What if I'm charged? I know it was wrong, Hunter, and I did nothing. I allowed them to implant your baby inside me knowing it was against the law."Hunter's expression hardened. "That won't happen. No court would separate a child from its biological parents who are m

Hunter's POVI watched Grace's face fall, that adorable pout forming on her lips. Christ, she was perfect. Even disheveled and naked in our bed, hair a mess from my hands, skin flushed from what we'd just done, I could see the evidence of a beard burn on the breast exposed by the sheet. She was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.I rubbed the stubble on my chin; I needed to be more careful of her skin it was so fine. "Breakfast first," I said firmly. "Then my parents. Then tonight—" I let the promise hang."Tonight?" Grace sat up, the sheet pooling at her waist, showing another mark on her other breast. She made no move to cover herself, and I had to force my eyes away before I changed my mind about leaving this bed. But she had to be sore. It was the only thing keeping me from crawling on top of her."Tonight," I confirmed. "I'll give you exactly what you asked for."Her breath caught. Good. Let her think about it all day. Let her anticipation build. I was glad she had been honest