Chapter 100: Never the Same Again

As usual, Grace opened her eyes at around six o'clock. Normally, this was the time she would wake up and get out of bed.

First of all, women usually take longer to get ready in the morning, such as putting on makeup. Secondly, she also had to cook for her husband and child.

So, over the years, this routine had subtly become a part of Grace's daily life. Even though she knew she was on vacation now, she still got up involuntarily.

Perhaps this is the tragedy of being a woman. Not only do you have to work, but you also have to take care of the daily needs of the whole family. It's really tiring.

Even a beautiful woman like Grace, who didn't become a wealthy lady, still had to cook by herself. But in the end, she still faced her husband's betrayal.

The home she had worked so hard to maintain was falling apart.

Thinking of this, Grace felt a pain in her chest as if she had been hit. As she opened her eyes, her blurry vision gradually focused, and the first thing she saw was the ceiling.

Then, Grace's gaze moved down. Suddenly, she saw a man's hand pressing on her chest!

Grace was startled when she first opened her eyes. She turned her head and took a closer look. It turned out to be her son John, who had slept soundly.

Last night, if she remembered correctly, it was she who hugged John to sleep. But when she woke up, she was lying on her back, and John had crawled into her arms, with one hand still...

Seeing this scene, Grace's face turned red in an instant. Fortunately, she was still wearing her pajamas. And John's hand hadn't gone inside; it was just placed there subconsciously while sleeping.

"This boy... He's not even well - behaved when sleeping!" Grace gently lifted John's wrist and put his hand down. She slowly pulled her own hand out from under John's neck. Her movements were very gentle, as if she were afraid of waking him up.

After pulling her hand out, Grace slowly lifted the quilt and got out of bed. Although her pajamas were a bit messy, they still couldn't hide the beauty of her body.

But that didn't affect Grace's beauty. Nowadays, she has a graceful figure, beautiful curves, long hair, and a radiant spirit.

She is no longer as depressed as yesterday. On the contrary, she has a completely transformed energy.

Grace got up from the bed, tidied up her wrinkled pajamas, and then slowly walked out of the room to make breakfast for John.

Not long after Grace got up, about half an hour later, John also slowly opened his eyes. Although he went to bed late last night, his biological clock still woke him up on time.

John's eyes were a bit scattered when he first opened them. He squinted for a while, and then he looked down secretly. The bed was empty, with only him in it. It seemed that the co - sleeping with his mother last night was just an illusion.

Looking at the empty room, John frowned. Then, he reached his hand into the quilt and felt around. When the warmth of Grace's body was transmitted to his palm through the bed, John let out a sigh of relief.

After that, he slowly got dressed and got up.

"Mom..."

When he came out of the living room, the kitchen was already filled with the aroma of food. Looking at the familiar figure busy inside, John couldn't help but call out.

"John's up?" Grace turned around with a smile, holding a spatula. Although she was still in her pajamas, the domestic Grace had tied an apron around her waist.

The white apron matched the pink silk pajamas, making her look particularly lovely. Even though John had seen this look of Grace before, he still subconsciously froze for a moment.

"You go wash your face first. When you're done, the meal will be ready!" Grace called out to John, then turned back to cook for him.

Hearing this, John, as usual, went to the bathroom to wash his face, brush his teeth, and do his daily routine.

Although Mark was temporarily absent from the house, Grace and John still looked very cozy together, as if they were really a family. After washing his face, John came out and sniffed the delicious food his mother had prepared.

"Mom, it smells so good!"

"It's just so - so!" Grace smiled and accepted John's compliment.

"If it's good, eat more!" "Okay!"

At the dining table, John and Grace chatted and laughed, creating a warm scene that seemed just like a mother and son with blood relations.

After the meal, Grace rested alone in the room, while John said goodbye to her and went to school.

Since the last time she was almost sexually assaulted by the security guard Thorne, Grace had taken a six - month leave of absence from school.

The leaders of the new campus group, who had been entrusted with important tasks, had to find other people to replace her.

According to Grace's original plan, she would stay at Mark's place for at least half a month before returning to her home country. But unfortunately, she found out about Mark's affair with Dr. Maya just a few days later, so she had to come back.

As John left for school, the large house instantly became empty and lonely again. Watching John's departing figure, Grace suddenly felt as if she had returned to the awkward state when she first got off the plane and arrived home.

The feelings of loneliness and helplessness surrounded her like a solidified colloid. The deep sense of helplessness and loneliness made Grace feel that the house had returned to its previous coldness, with a chill in the air.

Watching John leave, Grace sat listlessly on the sofa and sighed heavily. Looking at the empty room, memories came flooding back, each one stabbing into Grace's heart like a pair of scissors.

She couldn't help but get up from the sofa and wandered around the large house.

She walked through the living room and kitchen, and when she came to the master bedroom, her gaze was involuntarily drawn to the most conspicuous wedding photo.

In the beautiful wedding photo, not only was Grace as beautiful as a fairy, but Mark was also very handsome. Just as the photographer had said, they were a perfect match, a couple made in heaven.

Especially in the wedding photo, both Mark and Grace were smiling sweetly, with happiness and joy that only they knew.

Looking at this photo, tears rolled down Grace's eyes again. Infidelity was like a needle, piercing the hearts of Mark and Grace.

Just like domestic violence, which only happens zero or countless times, no matter how Mark and Grace tried to cover it up, the needle would always remain in their hearts, and they could never go back to the way things were before.

Thinking of this, Grace felt even more distressed. It was as if an invisible hand was clutching her heart, causing intermittent pain.

Her gaze moved away from the beautiful wedding photo, and Grace walked out of the master bedroom.

Then, she came to the door of the bathroom. Looking at the bathroom, Grace, with tears on her face, gradually became more spirited.

Her eyes no longer had tears, and she was no longer filled with sorrow. On the contrary... the color gradually returned to her eyes, and they became warm again...