(Grace’s POV)
On our third wedding anniversary, my husband brings home his ex.
Vivienne Hartwell. His first love. The woman he's never stopped comparing me to.
She glides through our front door like she owns the place. One perfectly manicured hand resting on a barely visible baby bump, the other wrapped possessively around Alexander's arm.
Her perfume—something expensive and floral—fills the entryway, making my stomach turn.
"Grace." Alexander doesn't even look at me. "Vivienne made a mistake. She got involved with someone... unsuitable. Now she's pregnant and alone, with no one to turn to. I've decided to divorce you temporarily and marry her to protect the child from facing the stigma of being labeled an illegitimate child."
I stand there in the kitchen doorway, still holding the a
