His wife as a reward

Grace's POV

“.... Where the fuck is the man who dared to say he would protect his babies even with his last blood?”

There was silence in the room as my chest heaved up and down in anger. Davis wasn't the only one with tears in his eyes now, we had both cried, but I made sure I poured out all that I had to.

His words may have made sense to others, but not to me. As I have always feared, I am not ready to become a widow. I would never accept it. Vincent died for his don to live, and Davis must accept it and live.

I waited for him to say something, but he didn't. We were both sitting on the ground, staring at each other. I blinked the tears in my eyes away as I pulled him into my embrace.

“Come here, I'm sorry I yelled and hit you” I spoke softly as I caressed his back. That must have given him a shock because I am still shocked as it is.

He shook his head before pulling from my embrace. There I saw that he had wiped his tears away, he began to wipe mine,

“You did what you had to do