Chapter 3
Savannah Beed froze
He called her his wife.
She barely had time to register the word before Grayson did something that nearly stopped her heart.
He slipped off the blessed Saint medal bracelet from his own wrist–something he’d worn for seven years and gently fastened it around Claire’s hand
“Stop calling yourself a curse,” he said quietly.
“This bracelet’s been blessed. I’ve worn it for seven years. It’s yours now. It’ll keep you safe.”
Claire’s eyes filled with tears as she reached out and hugged him.
Savannah stood around the comer, vision blurring, as if the world was sinking around her.
That bracelet…
She got it for him when she was eighteen–after walling a brutal uphill pilgrimage to Saint Lysia Monastery, a secluded abbey tucked deep in the Northwick Hills.
The skies had opened up that day, torrential rain solding her as she climbed barefoot through mud and gravel, praying with every step. Her knees were bloodied. Her palms scraped raw.
But she didn’t stop–not until she reached the chapel at the summit, where the high priest finally agreed to bless a small silver bracelet with a medal of Saint Rafael, the protector.
When she returned, soaked and trembling, Grayson had pulled her into his arms, eyes red with panic..
“Sav, are you insane? Who told you to do something like this?”
She had smiled and slipped the bracelet onto his wrist.
“The abbot said it would keep you safe. For a long, long life.”
And he had kissed her and whispered, “Then I’ll wear it forever.”
For seven years, he had never taken it off. Not at business galas. Not in bed.
And now,
he had placed it on another woman’s wrist
It felt like her heart was being carved out, one inch at a time.
This was what forever meant to him–seven years.
Savannah turned and walked away, feat unsteady, as I every step pressed against cotton clouds and broken air.
By the time she reached home, it was late.
The moment she stepped inside, her phone vibrated.
A message from Grayson: “Baby, there’s an emergency. I need to fly out for a few days. Don’t be mad–I’ll make it up to you when I’m back.”
She stared at the screen, fingers hovering above the keyboard.
She typed out a line: “Are you flying our for business–or spending a few days with your wife?”
But one by one, she deleted every word.
Tears fell onto the scre
screen, warping her vision.
7
She spent the rest of the night parking.
Passport, ID. Bank cards. She put anything that proved who she was into the suitcase.
Three days later, Grayson returned.
He pushed open the front door holding a massive bouquet of red garden roses and a box of strawberry shortcake in the other hard. His smile
Baby, I’m home.”
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Savannah stood silently in the middle of the living room, watching him
He stepped forward, set the flowers and cake on the table, and reached out to hold her.
Things got crazy at the firm. I had to go–there was no way around it. I didn’t want to be gone this long. Please don’t be upset, alright?”
She turned slightly, wolding his embrace. Her voice was calm: “I’m not upset. You do what you have to do.”
He blinked, caught off guard–but then smiled again.
*I’m done now. No more trips. From now on, my only job is winning you back.”
He took ber hand, eyes full of eager excitement.
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“I have a surprise for you.”
Before she could speak, he was already pulling her outside
Half an hour later, the car pulled up in front of a grand building.
Crestmore Symphony Hall
Savannah stepped inside, stunned.
The entire venue had been privately booked.
Every seat was, filled with elegantly dressed guests whispering in awe as she walled through the light.
“Mr. Whitmore went all out again–booked the whole hall just for her.”
“I heard he flew in her favorite orchestra from Europe.”
“They’re playing her personal playlist the entire day—nonstop,”
“Word is, this whole performance cost nine figures.”
“Nothing new–he’s famous for spoiling her.”
She stood there, bathed in golden light, surrounded by envy and admiration,
Grayson looked at her with that familiar, soft smile the one that used to melt her.
But her heartfelt frozen in a basin of ice water.
He gave her grandeur. He gave her a fairytale.
And he gave someone else the title of his wife.
To the world, she was the woman he adored.
But in the eyes of the law–She was just his beautiful secret.
