(Grace’s POV)
“Grace, did he bring Vivienne to your house, and stand by watching while she humiliated you?”
My heart sinks. This is one of the shameful experiences I never want to talk about. Being insulted, talked down to, ordered to make tea and snacks for Vivienne in my own house while my husband stood by, watching.
You could say the experience left a deep trauma on me. Because if it means I’ll have to go through that again, I would rather not take this chance.
Dorian moves as if to reach for me. I step back, instinctively, maintaining the distance between us. He sighs and lowers his hand.
I try not to think about how that affects my mood. No, I can’t allow myself to be affected. Not by his actions. Not by his words. Not if I plan to get out of this contract in one piece.
“Do you
