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out every trace of her identity in the country.
The first thing she did was wipe ou
The second? She changed her name.
The clerk told her everything would be finalized within two weeks.
In two weeks, even if Grayson Whitmore scoured the entire world, he’d never find her aga
Savannah Hood walked away without looking back, her phone buzzing wildly inside her purse–dozens of missed calls and messages from Grayson.
She didn’t check. She didn’t respond.
By the time she returned to Everpine Estates, the sky had already gone dark
Grayson was waiting in the living room. The moment he saw her, he rushed forward, anxiety etched deep in his eyes.
“Baby, where were you? I came home and you were gone. I waited for hours, nearly this close to calling the National Guard.”
His pande didn’t seem fake.
Savannah stared at him, dazed, as if something invisible was squeezing the breath from her lungs.
She suddenly remembered back in high school, when Grayson skipped an elite math competition just because she hadn’t replied to his message for an bour. He thought something bad happened. He’d run all the way home just to check
He used to love her that much…
And yet, it turned out, love like his wasn’t something unique after all.
Her throat tightened. Breathing hurt.
But when she spoke, her voice was calm. “Just went shopping. Forgot to tell you Sorry-
Grayson finally let out a breath of relief and pulled her into his arms. *You don’t have to apologize, baby. I’m not mad—I was just worried.”
He kissed her face, his voice gentle. “You said two days ago you were craving Balsamic Glazed Ribs and steamed White Fish, right? I’ll make them for you now, okay?”
Then he let go and turned toward the kitchen.
Savannah stood quietly by the doorway, watching him from a distance.
His sleeves were rolled up, and his slender fingers moved swiftly as he chopped vegetables. In the soft yellow light, his profile looked impossibly gentle.
She remembered–three years ago, when she’d just returned to Westbridge, years of erratic eating had left her with a severe stomach condition. She’d ended up in the hospital.
Grayson, a billionaire CEO who had never cooked a meal in his life, spent an entire month training with a private chef to learn how to cook for her.
Once, an international conference overlapped with dinner prep. He literally attended the meeting via tablet while stirring a pan on the stove his board of directors stared in stunned silence
That man.. had once loved her like that,
But just then, his phone buzzed.
Savannah saw him glance at the screen. His expression shifted–barely, but enough.
He set down the knife, quickly wiped his hands,
“Baby, something came up at work. I have to head out for a bit,” he said as he untied his apron. His tone was casual, even planting a quick kiss on her forehead “Dinner’s mostly ready–don’t wait for me.
Savannah nodded wordlessly.
Opce he was gone, she sat at the table, staring at the still–steaming dishes.
And suddenly, it was hard to breathe.
She’d seen the name on the screen.
Claire Monroe.
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She didn’t sit down to eat, didn’t wait like he asked.
Instead, she hailed a cab–and followed him.
As she suspected, Grayson didn’t go to the company.
He went to the hospital
The hospital corridor stretched empty, eerily silent, only a few doctors and nurses stood outside a patient room, laces tight w
tight with nerves.
The hospital director was bent over apologizing, voice low and deferential. “Mr. Whitmore, we’re truly sorry. Ms. Monroe slipped in the shower, our staff should’ve been more attentive, We’ll double the nurses on rotation. This won’t happen again.”
Grayson’s voice could have frozen hell Itself. “If it happens again, your hospital won’t have a future.”
“Yes, of course, absobrely–we’ll ensure it does
the director stammered.
Savannah stood around the comer, fingers digging into her palms.
Logan had said it was “just a scratch.”
But now? Grayson had locked down an entire floor. And he looked ready to ruin the whole hospital for her.
The door to the room opened. Claire was propped up against the headboard, pale and fragile, her eyes red–rimmed.
Grayson rushed to her side, grasping her hand. “Where does it hurt? Tell me.”
Claire’s voice trembled. “It’s all my fault. First the car accident, now this stupid fall I’ve ruined your plans with Savannah. What if she misunderstands? I’m such a curse.”
“Stop it,” he scolded gently. His voice was low but tender. “Just focus on getting better. I’ll be here with you.”
Claire’s lashes flattered as she looked up at him. “But… what about Savannah?”
Grayson hesitated for a moment. Then said flatly, “I’ll handle in. You don’t need to worry.”
After a pause, he added:
“You’re my wife. Where else would I ba?“!
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