Chapter 185

Charles's pupils shrank sharply. The gauze around his hand, soaked with blood, got all twisted from how tightly he clenched it. He thought he'd misheard her. The woman he believed to be the homewrecker between him and Grace was calmly telling him they'd actually been married? He had zero memory of any of that. So was it Grace who'd lied? Or Stella? Somehow, he just couldn't bring himself to believe Stella would lie to him. This was exactly why he came here—to dig up the truth, whatever the cost. Even if the Carters had pumped him with that cursed blue blood, sentencing him to only two months left to live. Still, he couldn't accept living out the rest of his life clueless, like some string puppet at their mercy. "You..." He swallowed hard, coppery blood already sliding down his throat. "That's not possible." It felt surreal—like she'd just dropped a bomb in front of him. His brain throbbed, flashes of something he couldn't quite catch zipped past in his mind. He tried to grab hold, to r