Grace sat by Maxwell's hospital bed, her fingers wrapped around his hand as tears streamed down her face like rain.
She had no idea he'd discovered her treachery, nor that Scarlett was already dead. Two warring emotions tore at her heart: the crushing humiliation of her ruined wedding and the giddy secret of the life growing inside her.
"Max." Her voice cracked as she leaned closer. "What happened to you? God, please wake up."
Her trembling fingers grazed his pale cheek, her eyes swimming with carefully manufactured concern.
Suddenly his hand shot up like a viper, trapping hers against his chest. His grip was iron, desperate.
"Scarlett." The name rasped from his dry lips, his sweat-slicked forehead wrinkling with distress. "My sweet Scarlett. You came back. You didn't leave me."
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