Chapter 61

Meanwhile, at the Frost family villa. Just before noon, the sudden sound of dishes shattering broke the silence inside the house. "William..." Grace’s voice, soft and choked with frustration, barely slipped out before William Frost roughly shoved her back onto the dining table. The overpowering smell of alcohol flooded her senses. Her back slammed hard against the cold marble surface. With a muffled groan, she clenched her fists, her face twisted in pain—but the man looming over her didn’t spare even a shred of pity. His tall, fit body hovered close, and yet, when he reached for her, the name that came out of his mouth wasn’t hers—it was “Charlotte.” Charlotte White? Such an intimate tone. It pierced Grace's chest like ice, making her eyes sting. Barely a month into this marriage, and whether it was day or night, all she’d gotten from William was drunken rage or raw indifference. Because from the start, his heart had always belonged to Charlotte. And this marriage? Just something he ne