On the day we went to get the divorce certificate, Harper accompanied me back to the house Charles and I shared – to move out. I took out the baby clothes and small bells I had prepared for our child, running my fingers over them repeatedly, my heart aching.
Just as I finished packing, Grace suddenly barged in. My heart sank. "How did you get the key?"
Grace smiled smugly. "Charles gave it to me, of course." Her tone was full of triumph as if she couldn't wait to tell me that she was about to become the mistress of this house.
Seeing me look up at her, her gaze fell on the baby clothes I was clutching tightly in my hand. The smile on her lips deepened. "Charles is so worried about Mark's illness. He hasn't slept a wink in three days and nights. You..."
Slap! The sudden, crisp sound of
