Chapter 88: Mistaken Bonds
(Grace's POV)
Walking through the corridors of the healing facility, I couldn't help but notice Victoria. Her eyes were red-rimmed, her makeup smeared just enough to appear pitiable. Another performance, orchestrated to draw sympathy from anyone she could still manipulate.
My enhanced pregnancy senses picked up the telltale scent of her artificial tear oil. She must've applied it right before stumbling dramatically into view. It was a common ploy when she wanted to appear fragile and innocent. As usual, it grated on my nerves.
I didn’t give her a second glance, refusing to let her antics distract me. It wasn’t worth the energy. My pregnancy had sapped much of my strength, and it was becoming harder to mask the changes in my body—something I knew Victoria
