GRACE'S POV
I stared at the test until the lines blurred, then came back into focus, then blurred again. Two lines. Pregnant. I was pregnant with the baby of a man who'd married me on a bet, who'd rated me like cattle, who'd documented my measurements and my vulnerabilities and used them to win fifty million dollars.
The second test was still in the box. I ripped it open with trembling fingers, read the instructions even though I'd taken enough pregnancy tests over the last two years to have them memorized. Two years of trying, of hoping, of thinking something was wrong with me because month after month the tests came back negative. And now, now when my marriage was over and my husband had revealed himself to be a monster, now my body decided to cooperate.
I took the second test. Set th
