Breakaway Grace Reilly Novels & Stories

Grace walked aimlessly. Her skin still stings, and her body is tired. She was literally kicked out of the house with her cell phone and ID alone. Of course, with a broken heart too. How could Evelyn just stare at her unmoved like before? Is that what you call love? If that's the definition of love, then Grace doesn't want to love anymore.

"If anyone asks about Sophia, just say you hope she gets the help she needs. Don't attack her. It makes you look sympathetic." "Got it." Emma touched Grace's shoulder. "You look beautiful. Strong. Exactly right." Grace wore a simple navy dress. Minimal makeup. Hair pulled back. She looked professional. Serious. Not like a victim. Like a survivor. "It's time," Rachel said. They walked out. Flashes everywhere. Cameras clicking. Voices shouting. Grace stepped to the podium. Looked at the crowd. Took a breath. "Thank you all for coming. My name is Grace Hartwell. And I'm here to tell you the truth about my marriage."

Grace didn’t move at all. “He lives near you,” Cain added. “Use that. Charm him. Or poison him. Just don’t screw it up.” No one spoke as they walked back to their cars. The silence between them was thick with dread—and something else. Something darker. That night, Grace stood in the audience of Lily’s school recital, her hands clapping to the rhythm of a glittery choreographed number. She smiled, waved, mouthed *I love you*. In her purse: a photo of Devon Marks, his address, and a gun with the safety off.

It is hard to hold her because she is heavy and I only have one good arm. When we finally arrive home, we tell Mabel everything that happened. She saw part of it on television until Grace’s father interrupted the transmission the moment things went south for his daughter. Mrs. Jordan goes to lay down for a while, the commotion gave her a terrible migraine. Mabel and I turn on the TV to see if we can find out something more about what is happening. It seems like not even the minister of Press and Information was able to stop such a juicy news cycle. The news is already reporting the latest developments, that Grace is an Eel and that she ran away. The Ministry of Bravery is offering a substant

I leaned back in the seat and closed my eyes,my chest rising as I sighed. That was one thing I loved about Grace, she never probed or forced me to speak. She always knew when I needed peace and she always gave me. It was like her little superpower. I didn't hear her say anything. She just quietly drove us home. By the time we got to our apartment and the car rolled to a stop as Grace parked, I had finally sorted out my emotions and I was ready to speak. As soon Grace removed the key from the ignition and the purring of the engine stopped.i blurted out. "Lucas and I broke up, he's going back to Italy, and I'm pregnant with his child."

he didn't want to be rude but Grace and he had been friends for a long time long before they decided to get married. "But I don't need you to care about me!!! I don't need all those hikes. Hikes. in the end, I will also die and I don't want to leave any more regrets to you. "Grace cried as she covered her face. this time was her biggest breaking point if it was a small breaking point she received after her divorce. and this was the second breaking point where all her anger, resentment, and pain gathered into one Grace was being crushed. Marcel grabbed Grace's body and hugged her. Grace didn't have time to resist because what she needed right now was Marcel's warm embrace. Grace was scared sh

Leah sighed, closing the trunk and leaning “You really hurt him” Grace looked down, guilt flashing across her face. “I know, Leah. I’ve thought about him every day since I left. I just… I needed to see the world, to figure out who I was. I needed to see the worl to figure out who I was outside of our relationship.” “And now?” Leah asked, watching her friend carefully. “Now,” Grace said, meeting Leah’s gaze with determination, “I’m back, and I’m going to get my man back. I still love Ethan, and I’m going to do whatever it takes to make things right. I just hope he gives me another chance.”

Anita replied. “It’s about winning.” Jackson’s eyes moved to Grace. “Then we treat it as war.” Breaking Point Grace had held herself together all morning. Through Anita leaving. Through Richard arriving. Through legal papers. Through everyone speaking about her child like a battle prize. Now the cracks finally gave way. Her breathing changed. Shorter. Sharper. She stood suddenly and walked toward the kitchen. No one followed at first. Then Johnny did. He found her gripping the edge of the counter. Tears running freely.

Grace didn't know, but she knew that nothing could ever happen between her and Theo again, not after the embarrassment that she had to suffer because of him, not once, but twice. She realized that maybe it was okay to feel sad about it for once. Maybe she would get over it in a day or two, and then she could focus on moving to Italy for her internship. Her parents.Were related to hearing the offer that she had gotten. Though they were sad that their little girl was going to go away from them for a long time, they were happy that she was finally doing something in her life that would mean something. Grace was always a spoiled child. Got everything she wanted, and her parents never said no to

I laughed, “That was awesome to hear.” Alex stepped forward, “Grandma, this is my mate, Grace. Grandma Abby hugged her tightly, “Bless your heart, Grace. I’m so happy to meet you.” Grace chuckled, “I’m happy to meet you too. Don’t worry, I have him under control.” Grandma laughed, “That’s exactly that that boy needs.” Alex just shook his head as he pulled Grace close to his side, “She already has me whipped. She is the only woman who matters now.” Grace nodded, “See?” Grandma Abby laughed, “Girl, you’re gonna fit in perfectly.”