“Mrs. Moore, Mr. Carter just stormed in with his men and took your Rosary Beads. He said he’s giving them to Grace as her release gift. We tried to stop him—we were beaten.”
I tracked Ethan down at the suburban villa in New Jersey.
It had once been his wedding gift to me. Now, it had been turned into their love nest.
The décor had been completely redone in Grace’s style, even the trees in the yard trimmed into the shape of two people kissing.
When I arrived, they were grilling in the garden, feeding each other mouth-to-mouth.
Grace spotted me and looped her arm through Ethan’s.
“Oh, sis, you’re here. Finally realized Ethan cares more about me? Couldn’t stand being ignored anymore, so you came to apologize?”
“Or maybe… you came for this?”
She stroked the Rosary Beads around her wrist with pride.
“I heard you spent a fortune—over a billion—to buy this. Must be precious, right? But Ethan loves me so much, worried about my nightmares, he gave it to me for comfort.”
“And this villa too. He gave it to me as compensation.”
Ethan pinched her nose affectionately, like she was a mischievous child.