Evil MC's NTR Harem-Chapter 555 - Active

Still, Grace tried to evade the confrontation, wishing with all her might that she had simply misheard her husband, Ted.

Her heart pounded painfully against her chest, and for a fleeting moment, she wished she could run away from this entire situation.

"What did you say, Ted? Come again?" Grace asked, her voice faltering, a clear sign of the fear she couldn't hide.

She prayed that she had misunderstood him, that his words weren't as damning as they sounded. But deep down, she knew better.

Ted's face twisted with frustration and disbelief.

"Don't play dumb with me, Grace," he spat, his voice low but heavy with anger. "I saw you with Ross Oakley. Don't lie to me. How long have you been sleeping with him?"

His words hit her like a slap across the face, the shock, pain, and betrayal crashing down on her all at once.

Her legs weakened beneath her, and she nearly staggered as the weight of his accusation bore down on her. She tried to swallow the lump in her throat, but the tears came anyway.

Grace's heart shattered, but the devastation quickly turned into a surge of defensive rage. This wasn't all on her.

"It's you! It's your fault, Ted!" Grace cried out, her voice breaking with emotion. "If you hadn't stolen that money from Ross, we wouldn't be in this mess! I wouldn't have needed to do this!"

The words hung in the air between them, and the silence that followed was deafening. Ted stood motionless, his face pale, his mouth slightly open in disbelief.

He couldn't fathom that Grace knew—how could she have known? His gut twisted in knots as the weight of her accusation sank in.

"Grace… I…" Ted's voice faltered. He wanted to deny it, wanted to push her away and pretend none of this had ever happened.

But the look in her eyes—the utter disappointment and hurt—left him speechless.

For a moment, they just stared at each other, the tension thick and suffocating. Ted's shoulders slumped, the fight draining out of him.

Slowly, he took a step forward, his hands reaching out as if to comfort her, to hold her, to make everything right. He didn't know how to fix it, but he wanted to try.

But Grace wasn't having it.

"No, Ted," she whispered hoarsely, her voice tinged with exhaustion and sorrow. "Just… stop. I can't… not right now."

She turned away from him, the finality in her words cutting through him like a blade. Grace was done. The emotions had been too much for too long, and now the walls had been raised—there was no going back.

Ted reached out one more time, but his hand fell uselessly at his side. His mind raced with a thousand words he wanted to say, but none of them would come.

He had no excuse for what he had done. And now, there was no way to undo the damage.

Grace walked toward the door, her back to him as the weight of her decision settled heavily on her. She needed to get away, to think, to breathe without the suffocating tension between them.

With a final glance over her shoulder, she stepped out of the house. The cold night air hit her like a slap, but it was a welcome relief from the suffocating heaviness that had settled inside.

She walked swiftly to her car, the sound of her footsteps echoing in the quiet. Each step away from Ted felt like a small victory, even though the ache in her chest threatened to overwhelm her.

The engine roared to life as she threw the car into gear, the wheels spinning as she sped off into the night.

Ted stood in the doorway, watching her disappear into the darkness, the hollow ache of regret and disbelief gnawing at his gut.

He knew this wasn't just about the money, that this betrayal went far deeper than any financial mistake. He had lost her—and he wasn't sure how, or if, he could ever get her back.

But it was too late. Grace was gone.

And he was left standing alone, in the wreckage of everything they had once built.

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Grace's hands gripped the steering wheel with white-knuckled intensity, the tears blurring her vision, making it hard to see the road ahead.

Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, emotions crashing over her like waves in a storm.

She felt lost, as though the world around her had suddenly grown distant, out of reach, and she was left floating in an empty space.

Her marriage was over, shattered beyond recognition.

The very thought of it was enough to make her chest ache with sorrow, but it was the sense of chaos, the overwhelming feeling of being let down, that twisted the knife deeper.

She had tried, for so long, to make it work, to fix what was broken, but now it was clear—Ted wasn't the man she thought he was. And the revelation of Ross had only made everything worse.

Grace had never felt so alone.

She didn't know where she was driving to—maybe she wasn't driving to any destination at all.

It was as if she were running away from something, running from the pain that seemed to follow her wherever she went.

The streets blurred past her, and her thoughts seemed just as unfocused. It was as though she were on autopilot, the sound of the engine and the hum of the tires the only things keeping her tethered to the present.

It was a feeling of numbness, of disconnect. The world outside seemed so distant, so foreign, and Grace felt like an outsider in her own life.

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As the tears continued to fall, she couldn't help but feel like she was suffocating under the weight of it all. The betrayal. The pain. The brokenness.

She didn't know how to fix any of it, and she certainly didn't know how to fix herself.

Eventually, her instincts took over. Her mind told her she needed to stop, that she couldn't keep driving aimlessly.