Lenore POV

I stare at my phone. The message shows as delivered.

She's read it by now.

Grace. The woman who thinks she can take what's mine.

From the moment I first saw her, I knew. I will not lose Ethan.

I have every advantage. A face similar enough to hers that people notice. Superior abilities as an heir. And most importantly—the memories.

All those shared moments from childhood. The flowers. The food. The preferences Ethan thinks he's ...