Hunter's POV
"Don't," Grace whispered. "Don't say you were stupid."
I pulled back enough to look at her properly. "Then what would you call it? I married the wrong woman. I was so focused on what looked right, what fit the image I had in my head, that I couldn't see what was right in front of me." I took a huge breath because I needed to convince her of something she didn't want.
"Grace, I need you to let me do something."
She went still in my arms. "What?"
I exhaled slowly, my hands sliding from her face to her shoulders. "I want to know everything about the surrogacy. Every detail. Every conversation. Every payment. I need to understand exactly what they did to you."
Her expression shuttered. "Why?"
"Because they broke laws, Grace. Medical ethics. They put you at risk—"
"You alre
