The slap echoed in the room, a sharp punctuation to the escalating tension. Grace, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and defiance, took a step back from Grayson's forceful grip. The room seemed to shrink around them, the opulence now suffocating rather than comforting.
"Grace, please," Grayson pleaded, a semblance of sobriety momentarily cutting through the haze of alcohol. His eyes, clouded with both hurt and remorse, searched hers for a glimmer of understanding.
But Grace, fueled by a surge of adrenaline and a newfound resolve, stood her ground. "No, Grayson. I won't let you manipulate me any longer. This was my limit. "
Grayson's face contorted with a blend of frustration and heartache. "You're making a mistake."
Grace shook her head, her tone firm. "I would rather make this mis
