Grace’s POV
The moment I stepped into the house, I felt it—a shift in the air, a quiet hum of tension vibrating beneath the surface. The weight of my decision settled heavily in my chest. I had agreed to move in.
I told myself it was for the baby. I told myself it was logical. But deep down, I knew the truth. I was here because I couldn’t tell Hunter what I had seen today—that I had seen Helena with another man. Because I couldn’t be the one to break him. Hunter loved Helena.
I would have sworn there was no way Hunter would marry so soon after his breakup with his long-term fiancée, Emma Mckay. But he had proven me wrong. He had seen Helena, and within months, they were married. Trying for a family almost straight away. The family I had always wanted.
And now, I was trapped in the worl
