Grace's POV
I drew in a sharp breath as I slammed my apartment door shut. My mind was still reeling, struggling to make sense of what had just unfolded.
Rage consumed me—not just at the situation, but at myself. Despite everything that bastard had done, despite all his betrayals, I couldn't deny the truth burning in my chest: I still loved Charles. Beyond my mother's fragile heart that couldn't handle devastating news, it was this stubborn love that had kept me trapped for so long with such a worthless man.
All I'd ever craved was a beautiful life with Charles because he'd been my everything. My first love, my first kiss, the first and only man I'd surrendered myself to—at least until last night. In my memories, he'd once been perfect, the man I'd envisioned spending my life with.
I'd foolishly believed one night could erase Charles from my system, but those years we'd shared—the dating, the marriage—ran too deep to simply wash away.