Wynter’s POV
I watch helplessly as Connor storms out of the room, striding down the hallway toward Grace’s room where the infant is wailing loudly. My heart hurts, I want to go to her, comfort her, tell her that everything is OK, but I can’t. I no longer have the right because I’m fired all because I didn’t do what I should have done and told Connor the truth.
I don’t think I’ll ever get the look of devastation in his eyes out of my mind, the betrayal I saw there as he realised that I wasn’t who he thought I was.
I hear the click of the bedroom door, the sound a stark reminder that I’m no longer welcome. In this apartment, with Grace, and, with Connor.
The pain rips my heart apart and I barely keep myself standing as my legs try to buckle underneath me. I should have told the truth, at
