In the Lap of Luxury by Unsweetened Chestnuts

Chapter 666 Cards on the Table

Grace's black eyes were very bright, and there was a firm resolve in them that no one else had. She looked at Benjamin, who let go of her guiltily. "I did hide things from you in the past, but I've never done that since we got divorced. Although it's late, I'm sure you know how I feel about you."

"That's not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about before we got married."

Benjamin swayed, and he pressed his lips together tightly. He didn't speak for a long time. "What?"

Grace hadn't wanted to expose him. In fact, she had initially planned on just treating him like a stranger if they met. Since Benjamin insisted on pestering her, she didn't want to be taken for a fool.

"If you had admitted it yourself, I would've still admired your guts as a man, even though it's late. But it seems that you don't even have the courage to admit it." Grace spoke slowly, watching as Benjamin's expression turned gradually darker.

"Does your older brother, Alexander, know that you married me in his stead?"

Benjamin turned as white as a sheet.

So, she knew all about it.

How had she found out?

long time, he spoke

at this point? You knew that the person I was looking

you fail to tell me, but you even pretended to be him and married me. You made me slave away like a housekeeper for

fun, Benjamin?" Grace walked closer to him

backward. He didn't dare to

felt lightheaded, and his vision seemed to

You trapped me in Pamore to be your secretary and slave away for your family for so many years! Don't you feel even a

more and more emotional as she spoke. Her raised voice startled the people passing by, and they all began to

deep breath. He grabbed her wrist

I love you, just like you love Alexander. When you love someone, you'll do anything to keep them by your side. What have I done wrong?" Grace

you, I no longer love Alexander. I don't even know

you made a fool

me. What right do you have to meddle in my affairs? What

she had hidden deep in her

tears for the years that she had wasted; they were tears of

slowed. "I