(Grace's POV)
I can't breathe.
Alexander's words keep echoing in my head—But you are pregnant with my child—and I want to scream.
He doesn't love me. He never loved me.
He loved having someone he could control. Someone who wouldn't fight back. To him, the child I saw as my life and blood, might’ve just been that. A means to have me under his thumb.
Recalling a piece of information I caught in Dorian’s investigation report, I can’t help smiling in scendufruade.
Oh, the irony of life. Or should I say? The karma of life.
Alexander Stanley divorced me to give Vivienne Hartwell a respectable identity, to give his bastard with her a legitimate status.
I wonder what kind of expression he’ll wear when he discovers the truth.
Dorian's hand doesn't leave my back as he guides me through the
