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Chapter 19

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Liam sucked in a shaky breath, trying to hold it together. “Alright, I messed up bad. One time, a month ago. I was hammered, thought she was you. But it didn’t even go all the way—I snapped out of it halfway through.”

Freya wasn’t about to argue over how far it went or what step they stopped at.

Fact was, he’d slept with Natalie. And if she hadn’t busted him, he’d probably still be sneaking texts with her, acting like it was nothing.

Worse, he’d keep thinking his one slip-up somehow canceled out hers.

“I don’t get why you’re still clinging to this,” Freya said.

“You,” Liam said, his voice steadying. “Freya, just give me a sec to breathe. I’ll fix this, I swear.”

“Fix it? She’s pregnant, Liam. How do you fix that?”

He spun

toward the door, his tone icy. “Then it’s gone. My kid’s gotta come from you.”

He stormed downstairs. Soon, Joseph’s furious bellows and Madison’s biting curses echoed up.

When Freya got downstairs, it was clear Liam had caught a fist.

His face was turned to one side, a bright red handprint blazing on his left cheek. His pricey gold-rimmed glasses lay on the floor, one arm snapped clean off. Whoever hit him meant business.

Liam caught her eye and softened his voice. “Freya, just stay put for a couple days, alright? Three days, max. I’ll handle it.”

“Because of her, you’re gonna ditch your own kid?” Joseph roared, practically vibrating with rage. “What’s this woman got on you? She’s no saint herself, and you’re out here acting like she’s gold!”

Liam shot back, “She is gold to me! Dad, I’m your son-you can tear into me all you want, but Freya doesn’t owe you squat. I know her past inside and out, so don’t bother digging it up.”

“You ungrateful little punk!” Joseph thundered. “With your money and status, you could have any woman. Why stick with this… this nobody?”

Madison started whacking Liam’s back, one smack after another. He didn’t dodge, just stood there taking it like a punching bag.

Right then, the guest room door creaked open, Natalie shuffled out, no makeup, pale as a ghost.

She clutched her stomach, lips trembling as she whimpered, “Auntie, please, stop hitting Lammy. I… I’ll take care of the baby.”

Madison rushed over, propping her up. “Oh, honey, don’t talk crazy! That’s a Grant baby in there, our family’s grandkid. I’d like to see anyone try to touch it!”

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“But Lammy-sorry, I mean Mr. Grant-he’s married. He’s got a wife. I swear I thought he was single. I had no idea he was hitched, or I’d never have gone near him. I’d rather die than mess with a married guy!”

“I know, sweetie, I know,” Madison soothed. “You’re early along, it’s touchy. You gotta take it easy for the baby.”

Out of nowhere, Natalie threw herself at Freya’s feet, sobbing. “Mrs. Grant, I’m so sorry. I swear I didn’t know

”

Freya cut her off, voice like steel. “Didn’t know he was married, or didn’t know I was his wife?”

Natalie bit her lip, eyes wide. “I didn’t know either.”

“Oh, come on. You can play dumb about before, but that night he brought you here? My vanity’s in the master bedroom, my closet’s right there. You blind? Couldn’t see? And don’t even try-you were wearing my pajamas and my damn slippers.”

Natalie’s face went white as chalk.

Madison stepped in front of her, shielding her. “My son brought her home, Ms. Harper. You get the picture, don’t you? If you’re smart, you’ll make the right move here. Don’t make this uglier than it needs to be.”

“Mom!” Liam barked. “I’ve said it a million times-I’m not leaving Freya. How many times do I gotta say it?”

“Fine, you won’t leave her? I’ll take care of it!” Joseph yanked a few photos from his bag and slapped them down at Freya’s feet. “Ms. Harper, these look familiar?”

Freya glanced down and saw the bold sign staring back: Glory Motel.

She’d spent all night consoling Lily, dead on her feet. She’d nearly tripped down the stairs, and Thomas had steadied her.

But these photos? The angle made it look like Thomas was holding her waist, all close and personal.

Joseph jabbed a finger at her. “You gonna stand there and say that’s not you in those pictures?”

“Yeah, it’s me,” Freya said, cool as ice. “But who handed you those photos?”

“You admit it, that’s what counts. Doesn’t matter who gave ’em to me.”

“Was it Ryan?”

Liam had said Ryan saw her and Thomas leaving the hotel that morning. These perfectly timed shots? Ryan’s fingerprints were all over them.

“So what if it was?” Joseph said. “Ms. Harper, have some self-respect. You pulled this shady crap, and you’ve got the nerve to act like you belong in our family?”

“I never asked to be part of your high-and-mighty Grant family!” Freya snapped. “Liam chased me. Eighth grade to senior year-five freaking years-before I finally gave in!”

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