I sat at my desk, the morning light barely cutting through the heavy curtains. My fingers gripped the edges of the newspaper as I scanned the pages, searching for any clue about Grace. Each rustle of the paper felt like a knife slicing through my patience, but I couldn’t stop until I knew something—anything.
Then I saw it. A marriage announcement. My breath caught in my throat as my eyes locked onto the names.
"Marshall Lancaster and Grace Hawthorne."
The paper crumpled in my hands as I squeezed it, my vision blurring with red-hot fury. Married. Grace was married to that bastard. The image of her standing next to him, bound to him, made my stomach churn.
“No,” I muttered, shaking my head in disbelief. “No f*****g way.”
The door creaked open, and I looked up to see Bella enter, her arm
