Regret Came Too Late

Alice quickly unlocked Grace's phone.

She scrolled through to the chat with Ethan, her eyes gleaming with greed. She scrolled through their messages but didn't find anything flirtatious or suggestive between them. Her brows furrowed, and her jealousy intensified.

It seemed like Ethan was still secretly in love with her.

Grace didn't deserve him.

With a smirk, Alice quickly typed out a message to Ethan from Grace's phone. "I want to talk to you about the things you've been hiding from me."

What Alice didn't know was that this message hit a nerve.

When Ethan read it, his grip on the phone tightened. Soon, a follow-up message came through—an address to a hotel not far from the Lambert residence.

He rubbed his temples and replied with a single word. "Alright."

Alice, seeing his quick reply, felt a rush of jealousy, her face twisting in frustration. She was burning with anger and wanted nothing more than to rush back to the Lambert residence to end Grace once and for all. However, she took a deep breath and drove straight to the hotel.

into her trap. She had learned so many tricks in bed, and she was sure he wouldn't be able

drug into the fragrance oil she had bought, knowing that the scent would make any man act

for what felt like forever. When she finally heard a knock on the door, she

had been carefully selected for its dim lighting so that Ethan wouldn't be able to see clearly. By the time he slept with Alice, it would already be too late. Once she got pregnant, the entire Henderson family would have

shivers

opened the door but didn't show herself. Instead, she ran into the bedroom

the fragrance oil, his brow

toward the door, but before he could open

quickly

thin clothing.

was thick with desire, almost as if it could drip from her lips. Ethan

She could only see the silhouette of a man, but still,

Grace. Why aren't you paying attention

Grace at that moment,

his wheelchair, didn't respond.