All Chapters of Her Sister’s Surrogate: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Hunter's POV"Don't," Grace whispered. "Don't say you were stupid."I pulled back enough to look at her properly. "Then what would you call it? I married the wrong woman. I was so focused on what looked right, what fit the image I had in my head, that I couldn't see what was right in front of me." I took a huge breath because I needed to convince her of something she didn't want."Grace, I need you to let me do something."She went still in my arms. "What?"I exhaled slowly, my hands sliding from her face to her shoulders. "I want to know everything about the surrogacy. Every detail. Every conversation. Every payment. I need to understand exactly what they did to you."Her expression shuttered. "Why?""Because they broke laws, Grace. Medical ethics. They put you at risk—""You already said that before… What would it change, Hunter? For what purpose do you need to look into it?" She stepped back, forcing my hands to drop. "What will knowing accomplish? Helena's dead. The doctors got th

Hunter's POV"No," I cut in sharply. "There was nothing between us before Helena's death. Not like it's any of your business if there was." It wasn't entirely a lie. If Chicago hadn't happened, he would have taken her, but Grace had been the one to stop them. "But I've come to see Grace for who she truly is. And I want her to be my wife and the mother of my baby."Margo's nostrils flared with anger. "That isn't Grace's baby, that is Helena's baby. I want you to remember that, Hunter."I stared at Margo, fury burning through me like wildfire. The fucking nerve of this woman, dismissing Grace's role in the pregnancy, reducing her to nothing but an incubator while Helena's memory stayed pristine and untarnished. Which Margo knew it wasn't. I wasn't having it, not now, not ever."No," I said, my voice deadly quiet. "That's where you're wrong, Margo."I moved closer to the back of Grace's chair, never taking my hand from her shoulder. I could feel her trembling under my touch, but when she

Hunter's POVI nodded, accepting the glass. "I'm noticing that."John settled into his leather chair, studying me over his drink. "I won't insult you by asking if your intentions are honorable. Because I believe you are doing this for Grace and the baby's protection. But I will ask if you're sure about this, Hunter. Marriage is a commitment at the best of times. Under these circumstances...""I'm sure," I said without hesitation. "I want to build a life with Grace. Give our child a family. We both know life is no guarantee, and if something were to happen to me, I want to make sure no one can try and take that baby away from Grace."John nodded slowly. "Helena was always her mother's daughter. Ambitious, determined, willing to do whatever it took to get what she wanted." He took a sip of his scotch, thoughtful. "Grace is different. More like me, I suppose. Quieter. But when she commits to something, she gives everything.""I know." Maybe John wasn't blind to his wife and Helena after

Grace's POVI woke with Hunter still pressed against my back, his arm heavy around my waist. My mind immediately raced to what awaited us at the police station in a few hours. I lay there for a few minutes thinking about all the questions they could ask."You're thinking too loud," Hunter murmured against my neck, his breath warm on my skin.I turned in his arms to face him. "How can you tell?""Your breathing changes. Gets shallow." His eyes were still half-closed with sleep, but there was alertness in them. "You tense up."My lips curved slightly. "You notice too much.""I notice everything about you." His hand smoothed up my side, resting at my waist. "Especially when you're worried."The simple intimacy of that observation made my chest tighten. "I'm scared about today." I hadn't slept well at all last night, lying awake long after Hunter had gone to sleep.He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "I know. But we have nothing to hide about Helena's death.""They're going to ask q

Grace's POVMonday morning, the two detectives arrived at the office without warning. I looked up from my computer to find them standing at my desk, Detective Morrison with that neutral expression cops seemed to perfect, Detective Elliott scanning the office, taking in every detail."Ms. Wilson," Morrison said. "We need to speak with Mr. Sinclair."My stomach dropped. "Do you have an appointment?""We don't need one." Morrison's tone wasn't hostile, just matter-of-fact. "This is an official investigation."I picked up the phone, pulse hammering. Hunter answered on the first ring."The detectives are here to see you."A pause. "Send them in.""Should I—""Yes. Come in with them."I set down the phone, fingers trembling slightly. "He'll see you now. Just give me one moment."I turned away, pulling my cell from my purse and texting Quinn quickly.Grace: Detectives here. Hunter's office. NOW.The response came immediately.Quinn: On my way. Don't let him say ANYTHING until I arrive.I sto