Lena stayed wrapped in Grayson’s arms for a long time, feeling the steady beat of his heart against her cheek. She didn’t want to let go, didn’t want to lose this moment of safety after carrying her pain alone for so long. But the weight of everything she had kept inside still lingered, pressing down on her chest like a heavy stone.
She pulled back slightly, looking up at Grayson through tear-filled eyes. “What about my mom?” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I haven’t told her about the divorce... and she doesn’t know I’m pregnant.”
Grayson’s expression softened, his fingers brushing gently through her damp hair. “You haven’t told her?” he asked, his voice low and careful, as if he didn’t want to scare her.
Lena shook her head, guilt gnawing at her. “I couldn’t,” she admitted. “Afte
