Hunter's POV

"Don't," Grace whispered. "Don't say you were stupid."

I pulled back enough to look at her properly. "Then what would you call it? I married the wrong woman. I was so focused on what looked right, what fit the image I had in my head, that I couldn't see what was right in front of me." I took a huge breath because I needed to convince her of something she didn't want.

"Grace, I need you to let me do something."

She went still in my arms. "What?"

I exhaled slowly, my hands ...