Not so innocent, are you wifey?
Grace felt a shiver down her spine as Grayson's words cut through the air like a chilling wind. The smirk on his face, a blend of superiority and mockery, intensified the growing tension in the room. The walls seemed to inch closer, suffocating her.
The demand for an explanation hung heavily between them, a daunting challenge that Grace couldn't avoid any longer. She took a deep breath, summoning the strength to face the storm that had erupted within the confines of their marriage.
As Grayson leaned forward, his eyes probing hers, Grace met his gaze with a mixture of defiance and vulnerability.
"It's not as simple as you think, Grayson. This was before our wedding and by then you were already f*cking Alia."
Grayson's impatience simmered beneath the surf
