Restless, I decided to find him. His car was still outside; he hadn’t left yet.
As I approached the library, I heard voices. The door was slightly ajar.
I reached for the handle, but then—I froze.
Inside, Anastasia sat on Marcus’s lap. Her fingers tangled in his hair as their lips met in a slow, intimate kiss.
I couldn’t breathe.
Gracie's POV
My hands trembled as I lifted the glass of cold water to my lips, forcing back the tears threatening to fall. Across the kitchen, Marcus smiled at me as he prepared my favorite meal, acting as if nothing had changed—as if he hadn't shattered me just moments ago of the truth.
“I’m sorry I didn’t visit you for five years, Cie,” he said softly, using the nickname only he ever called me.
He plated the grilled beef, adding spices and a perfectly cooked sunny-side-up egg. “You need to eat more. You’ve lost too much weight.”
I stared at the food, my fingers tightening around the glass. My wolf growled inside me, urging me to lash out, to scream, to demand answers. But I held it all in, swallowing the lump in my throat.