Grace's POV
The words stung, even knowing what I knew about Helena now. I'd always suspected this was how she saw me… weak, desperate, easily manipulated. But seeing it written in her own hand still hurt.
"Grace, maybe we should stop—" Maya began, noticing my expression.
"No." I turned to an earlier entry. "I need to understand."
January 20th – The perfect solution. Use Grace as the surrogate. She'll carry our child, and Hunter will be none the wiser. Mom thinks I should go through with the egg retrieval, but why bother? Grace's eggs will work fine. The doctors assured me no one would know. And if the baby looks like her? Well, we're sisters. Makes sense.
I felt sick. Helena had been planning this from the beginning. She'd never intended to use her own eggs. It hadn't been a last-minu
