"Ring!"
"Ring!"
"Ring!"
Grace's phone vibrated on the table, the screen flashing an unknown number.
She hesitated for a moment before picking it up. It could be important—perhaps something work-related or news about someone she knew.
But the moment she pressed the answer button, she regretted it.
"I hear your husband already won in life, Grace. Congratulations are in order, I suppose."
The voice on the other end was smooth, mocking, dripping with amusement. Ross.
Before she could respond, a low chuckle followed, grating against her ears like nails on a chalkboard.
"Beep!"
She ended the call without another thought, a cold irritation settling in her chest. She didn't know how Ross had gotten her number, nor did she care.
The man was like a shadow—always creeping in where he wasn't wanted, appearing when least expected. But she refused to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.