When they arrived at the manor, Grant was already waiting for her at the entrance, his expression unreadable. The grand estate loomed behind him, its towering presence a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing within its walls. As she stepped out of the car, he studied her carefully, sensing something was amiss.
Once inside their shared bedroom, Shanna closed the door behind her and exhaled. She had planned this conversation for a long time, but now that the moment had arrived, she felt a twinge of guilt. She had never lied to Grant—not really—but she had withheld the full truth. And tonight, she had to tell him.
She turned to face him, meeting his gaze. “Grant, we need to talk,” she said softly.
Grant sat on the edge of the bed, his hands clasped together as if bracing for something. “Th
