Donald's car roared down the highway, tires gripping the road like claws.
He ignored the traffic lights, the other cars, everything.
His mind was a storm, every thought spinning faster than the speedometer.
He had just broken Grace's virginity. Just held her, kissed her, shared himself with her completely.
And yet, right after, she had whispered things into his ear, things about his family, his father, and Cole Oil, things that could destroy everything he had built, everything his father had built.
Why did she just say those things? Donald's mind raced. Could it be true? Or is someone trying to plant a wedge between us?
The thought made his chest tighten. He clenched his fists, gripping the steering wheel so hard it hurt.
Part of him wanted to turn back, storm into that hotel, grab Grace, and never let go.
Another part of him froze, unsure how to face her after hearing such words.
He thought of his mom's eyes, his dad's love. How could they be fake?
