(Alex’s POV)
I sit, uneasy, in the waiting room while repeatedly calling Grace's number. Each time, the call goes unanswered.
This has never happened before.
Grace has always been the one to call me, and never, ever, not answered any of my calls. Whether I answered her calls or not has always been up to my mood.
Now though…the image of her curled on the floor, bloodied and bruised flashes before my eyes. My mother has gone too far. She’s still pregnant with my child. She shouldn’t have had her beaten up like that.
Though I never acknowledged it, I know how much Grace loves me. In the three years since our marriage, she never complained, never cried, never confronted or contradicted me no matter what I did, or how my mother treated her.
Our divorce must’ve hurt her more than she showe
