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Not now. Grace doesn’t seem to be willing to speak the truth either. Neither of us pulls away. Not this time. “You were both my miracles,” she whispers. Grace’s breath breaks. It sounds ragged, like she is struggling to take air into her lungs. She is holding back a sob. Then it occurs to me that I have never seen her cry. Not once in our whole life. “I wasn’t enough,” Grace says quietly. “I should have been enough.”

I was defeated. She cleared my desk, dropping every book and bible to the floor, I fought the urge to pick them up as I sat her up on it. She smiled, putting her arms up. I pulled the dress over her head, leaving her exposed. Her nipples hardened from the cool air, and I moved closer, brushing my fingers over them. As a teen, I had my fair share of women, but none of them struck me this way, not even the woman I spent years married to. I dropped my pyjama pants and fisted my cock, it was so hard it was pulsing, leaking with pre cum. “Put it in,” Grace ordered, her voice laced with every ounce of sin I wanted to taste.

Not a creation. Just Grace.

I switch it on then looking for entertainment news or show then suddenly a news caught my attention. ‘Breaking news one of the hottest supermodel now in America Miss Shane Sandoval is in a relationship now with her co-model Alexa Gray.’ My tears ran down to my face immediately watching Shane’s interview together with her new partner. They’re so sweet together, like a perfect couple of the century. I stand up but my legs are shaking and my body is trembling in anger. I'm lost now. I lost the woman that I love so dearly with all of my heart because of that one stupid mistake.

After Sherman hanging up the phone, Grace said, "I read some beautiful words from a book. No woman can win a man's respect only by her beauty. No woman can win a man's admiration without adornment. No woman can be young and beautiful forever. A smart woman always knows how to take care of herself and improve herself. There is no natural beauty in a woman, but only efforts work on her. To possess beauty is not to please others. It is to respect yourself, because you are more important than you think..." Sherman laughed, "When did you become so sentimental?" "I read these words from a magazine. I thought it made sense, so I remembered it." "I understand what you mean. I also understand what yo

Obviously, it was not her fault but she had understood that Zayden had something to do with Grace. ‘Probably, SEX?’, She thought because other than this no other reason popped into her mind. The idea of the devil falling in love with beauty was limited up to Disney movies only, that’s why she didn’t think in that way. But that’s the place she was making a mistake because the devil was indeed in love with Grace. . ‘I have to get Grace's marriage done with a suitable groom before that criminal claims my daughter as his mistress or sex slave.’, Grace’s mother thought in determination but she had no idea what the author had thought. Hehe ;)

“It’s not true.” “I tried so hard,” I continued hoarsely. “I learned to cook what he liked. I adjusted my schedule to match his. I exercised everyday, thinking that he might prefer skinny Lunas. I devout myself into training despite it being harsh just to be his perfect Luna. I thought… I thought that maybe one day, he will choose—” “Stop,” Mara said fiercely. “You didn’t lose him. He never chose you.” Those words slashed through my heart, cutting me to pieces.

The way he'd press against her from behind while reaching for books on high shelves, letting her feel exactly what she did to him. "This is spiritual mentorship," he'd said, his breath hot on her neck. "God wants us to be close. To share everything." And Grace...twenty-four years old, raised to respect authority, taught that men of God were beyond reproach—had believed him. Until the night he bent her over his desk and showed her exactly what kind of man he really was. Now, three months later, Grace stood outside his study at 6 AM on a Sunday morning, her hands trembling as she knocked on the door.