Chapter 8 - The Lie That Nearly Destroyed Their New FamilyFor twenty-four hours, nobody slept.
Genetic testing was ordered.
Michael refused to leave Grace's side.
Grace stared at the ceiling.
She hated the uncertainty.
Not because she believed Victor.
Because she remembered everything.
Every lie.
Every secret.
Every time someone had tried to manipulate their marriage.
Now someone had reached for their child.
Michael held her hand.
“Whatever the result, I am staying.”
Grace looked at him.
“You say that now.”
“I mean it.”
“Michael.”
“I know what you're thinking.”
“What?”
“That I could discover she's not mine and disappear.”
Grace's eyes filled.
“Would you?”
“No.”
He answered instantly.
“I want you to understand something.”
He leaned closer.
“I married you before I knew how much money you had.”
She looked away.
“I don't care about the trust.”
“I know.”
“I don't care about the name.”
“I know.”
“And if that baby is yours, she's my daughter.”
Grace looked at him.
“And if she isn't?”
His voice broke.
“Then I will still love her.”
Grace started crying.
The test results came the following afternoon.
The child was Michael's.
Victor had forged the document.
The truth was almost anticlimactic.
But it taught them something.
Even after losing, Victor had found a way to make them afraid.
Grace stood by the hospital window.
Michael approached.
“I have something.”
“What?”
He handed her a small box.
Inside was a key.
“What is this?”
“The key to our old house.”
“I don't understand.”
“I bought the house where we met.”
Grace stared.
“Why?”
“I want to start over.”
“You think a house can do that?”
“No.”
He smiled.
“We can.”
Grace touched the key.
“Michael.”
“I can't erase what I did.”
“No.”
“But I can build something after it.”
She thought for a moment.
Then nodded.
“Okay.”
They moved into the new house six months later.
Not an estate.
Not a fortress.
A home.
Big windows.
A garden.
A nursery with too much sunlight.
Grace insisted the security be discreet.
Michael agreed.
He even sold two armored SUVs.
She teased him.
“You're becoming normal.”
“I hate it.”
“You'll survive.”
He smiled.
Their daughter grew.
The company recovered.
The Ror board stabilized.
Orion remained independent.
Grace continued investing.
Michael worked beside her.
But they established one rule.
No secrets that affected the family.
Not one.
One year after the gala, they hosted a small dinner.
No press.
No politicians.
Just family and close friends.
Grace wore a pale blue dress.
Their daughter slept upstairs.
Michael poured wine for the guests.
Celia returned unexpectedly.
Grace looked surprised.
“Why are you here?”
Celia looked ashamed.
“I owe you an apology.”
“You do.”
Celia nodded.
“I was cruel.”
“Yes.”
“I thought you were using Michael.”
Grace frowned.
“Why?”
“Because I thought you married into the family for money.”
Grace smiled slightly.
“I had more money than all of you combined.”
Celia laughed.
“I know.”
Grace's expression softened.
“But I forgive you.”
Celia's eyes filled.
“Thank you.”
Later that evening, Michael and Grace stood alone on the terrace.
He looked at her.
“Are you happy?”
She thought.
“Yes.”
“Do you regret marrying me?”
Grace smiled.
“I regret some versions of you.”
He laughed.
“Fair.”
“But not this one.”
He kissed her.
Then a sound came from upstairs.
Their daughter crying.
They both ran.
Michael reached her first.
Grace came behind.
The baby had awakened.
Michael picked her up.
She stopped crying.
Grace smiled.
“You're good at that.”
“I have practice.”
He rocked their daughter gently.
Then he looked at Grace.
“Do you remember the gala?”
“Every second.”
“I thought you were going to leave me.”
“I almost did.”
“Why didn't you?”
Grace looked at him.
“Because you chose me.”
Michael nodded.
“I would choose you again.”
She smiled.
“Good answer.”
They stayed there until the baby fell asleep.
But beneath the happiness was one unresolved piece.
Grace's mother had never explained why she had created Orion.
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That truth would come later.
And it would change Grace's understanding of her family one more time.
