I had planned to tell Mom about Monica and her lover.
The words were already sitting on my tongue.
But just as I opened my mouth, Grant walked in.
I swallowed everything.
Now wasn't the right time.
Grant was not like other men. He could abandon a woman if he felt betrayed. But Lincy… he had raised her for years. Fed her. Protected her. Watched her grow.
That kind of bond doesn't break easily.
If I told him now, he would question me. Defend her. Doubt the truth.
No.
I needed him to see it with his own eyes.
I needed the illusion to shatter on its own.
"Darling, are you alright?" Grant rushed toward Mom.
I squeezed her hand gently. "Don't go out for a while. Stay inside. Stay safe."
She looked at me carefully. She sensed something deeper. "I understand."
Ever since she learned about what happened to me before about the pain, the betrayal she had grown more protective of the twins in her womb. Sometimes I caught her touching her belly with a strange look in her eyes.
