"Grace…" Ethan's voice cracked slightly as he uttered her name, a tremor of disbelief threading through the syllables.
He had barely spoken before the atmosphere shifted—like the tension of a held breath snapping.
Another figure entered the scene, and Ethan's entire demeanor stiffened.
His jaw clenched tight, his eyes narrowing with a mixture of hurt and fury as he recognized the man confidently striding into their space—like he belonged there.It was him.
Nathan.
The man Grace had left him for.
The audacity.
Ethan's fists curled unconsciously at his sides, his pulse thudding loud and erratic in his ears.
Beside him, Ava noticed the subtle yet unmistakable transformation—his relaxed stance turning rigid, the soft lines of his face now etched with tension.
Her gaze followed his, curiosity sharpening into concern as she slowly turned her head and saw what he saw.
There she was.
Grace.
