Chapter 13

• Grace’s POV
• My fingers tightened around the phone until my knuckles turned white. Bella’s voice spilled through the speaker, every word slicing into me like poison-tipped needles. Bella was John’s cousin. No wonder she was always eager to feed me information about him—I had spoiled her with plenty of gifts and cash.
• “Grace? Are you listening? I swear I’m not imagining this. Room 1608 at the Casa Hotel. John is… he’s holding Aurora. And they’re kissing…”