Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

I gave

him his car keys and said my goodbye. On my way out,I saw the doctor and made sure they finalize every treatment with him before he leaves. I also made sure that there wasn't a single penny left in his

bills.

I decided to go straight to our villa first, I hailed a cab and told them my destination. There would be no need to worry about Mark threatening to increase the break up f*e just because I decided not to come home, he wouldn't be around. Rose would definitely summon him today and he most probably wouldn't return to his residence.

On getting there, I paid the cab man. My walk in slowed and I frowned at Grace's car - it was roughly parked. I shrugged and went inside, she must have rushed in to do something.

Just by the door, there was a bag and heeled shoes there. The bag was open and some of its contents had spilled out and the shoes weren't sitting upright and they weren't side by side like they should be. One of the shoes was by the bag while the order was by the foot of the first cushioned chair in the living room. I was sure they were Grace's. The heels were her favorite and the magazine of Luxe vogue that she always carried about peeked out of the bag on the floor.

I frowned, memories of Luigi attacking me flooded in. I instinctively reached for the stun gun I had hastily stuffed in my bag when I helped Luigi to the car.

The house was unusually quiet for when Grace was around. If she wasn't playing loud music on the stereo then she would be singing loudly with her voice while she occasionally drummed with whatever she held. It was the way she functioned whether she was working or not.

I gently placed my bag beside hers and tiptoed to the middle of the room. I stopped when I saw three empty wine bottles scattered on the center table while two more were scattered on the rug. There were more bottles and my eyes traced them to the kitchen entrance and that was when the sobbing sound reached me.

I raced to the kitchen. The door was open and my eyes first landed on the several bottles of wine on the countertop and floor. They weren't the same brand and the alcohol level in each differed but they all contained alcohol, Grace, donned in the gown she showed to me yesterday, laid on the floor, her face pressed to the floor faced the counter as she quietly cried, occasionally hiccupping.

I quickly dropped the stun gun in my grip and rushed to her. "Grace," my hands shook with worry and my brows furrowed in concern and anger at the scratch wounds on her face.

"Who did this to you?"

Her response when she opened her eyes and they landed on me was more tears, they flowed out of her eyes and rolled down her cheeks unbridled.

I helped her up and pulled her in for a hug. My heart broke and my anger intensified as I listened to her cries and hiccups. I pulled back, cradled her face in my palm and made a feeble attempt to wipe her tears but they kept pouring. Her shoulders shook and her lips trembled as she hiccuped now and then.

"Who did this to you? Tell me," my voice was thick with emotion and I was aware that my fingers. tightened on her face from anger. I softened my grip. "Come on, Grace. Who hurt you?" I shook her.

I didn't mind going back to pluck Luigi from that hospital or going by myself, whoever did this would feelThis content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

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my wrath.

She struggled to get any word out since she kept sobbing. Soon, she swallowed and her voice quivered as she said, another lone tear rolling down, "It was Joel."