Chapter 4 - Grace Places Her Hand Upon Her Trembling Stomach
Grace instinctively pressed her palm against the small, gentle curve of her stomach hidden beneath her silk blouse.
Inside that quiet womb rested a seventeen-week-old life, conceived during a rare night when Ethan had actually stayed home.
The cream-colored box containing the ultrasound photograph still sat unopened right beside his untouched plate of roasted tenderloin.
How foolish she had been to think a child could rescue a marriage already rotting from the inside out.
“You’ve made your choice, Ethan,” Grace said, her tone devoid of the warmth that had defined her for years.
Ethan frowned, stepping toward her with a vague flicker of unease crossing his arrogant, successful features.
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“What is that supposed to mean, Grace? Are you threatening me with a messy divorce?” he demanded harshly.
Grace did not answer his question, keeping her eyes fixed firmly on the front entryway across the expansive foyer.
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