Chapter 289 She is Mrs. Montague
Two days later, Henry had to work late, so he asked Grace to pick up Taylor from school.
It was payday, too.
Grace took the driver's car to the school. When Taylor saw her, she lit up like a Christmas tree. She grabbed her little backpack and clung to Grace, saying, "I know you got paid today. I want a big meal."
Sure, the Montague Mansion had all kinds of fancy food, but Taylor just wanted some one-on-one time with Grace. It had been ages since they went out to eat alone, just like the old days.
The setting sun cast a warm, golden glow over everything.
Grace squatted down to Taylor's level and saw the admiration in her eyes. Kids couldn't hide their feelings, after all.
After a moment, Grace noticed Taylor's eyes getting a bit misty.
Grace really wanted to ask, "Am I your mom?" but she held back, afraid of scaring her.
She gently stroked Taylor's head, leaned in close, and with a slightly choked voice, said, "Alright, let's go have a big meal."
"Mom... Ms. Windsor?" Taylor's voice was soft, on the verge of tears.
Grace's lips trembled. She hugged Taylor gently, not saying a word. There was only one reason she could be by Henry's side and why he treated her so well—she was his wife!
She pushed down her emotions, held Taylor's hand, and told the driver they'd take a cab back.
The driver checked with Henry, and he gave the green light.
Grace touched Taylor's cheek and said, "Let's go."
Later, Grace carried Taylor's backpack, and Taylor held Grace's hand tightly, not wanting to let go.
Taylor secretly thought, 'Mom is back!'
Grace picked a high-end restaurant, the globally known Serene Petal Dining. As soon as they walked in, the waiter was stunned and stammered, "Ms. Windsor."
Taylor was taken aback.
Grace paused for a second, then said gently, "Do you know me?"
The manager quickly came over to smooth things out. "I'm sorry, ma'am! This is a new waiter who made a mistake."
Though puzzled, Grace smiled faintly, "What a coincidence! My last name is Windsor."
The manager, looking a bit uneasy, led them to the best spot. A whole wall of floor-to-ceiling windows showed off most of Evergreen City's nightscape. The dishes the manager recommended were also Grace and Taylor's favorites.
Grace closed the menu and said, "These will do."
The manager immediately got the food started.
Grace sat quietly, looking at the lights outside. Taylor left her seat and suddenly threw herself into Grace's arms.
Taylor didn't say a word, which was the most honest answer.
Taylor and Avery were her kids, and Henry was her husband.
That was why she had faint stretch marks on her abdomen, why the kids accepted her so easily, and why Henry always knew her sensitive spots during intimacy, always knew how to make her crave more. They had been married for years and had been intimate countless times.
Those fragmented memories told her their marriage wasn't perfect, that it had even been broken. Should she dig for the truth, or just enjoy the sweet life Henry was giving her now?
Grace hesitated. She didn't show it in front of Taylor. She took care of Taylor during the meal, and even after eating, they went to Taylor's favorite toy store.
Grace picked out some cute daily items for Taylor and grabbed some toys for Avery.
Taylor clung to her hand, not wanting to let go.
Outside the store, a tall figure stood watching.
Dylan stared at Grace through the glass. She was there, gently helping Taylor pick out things they liked.
'Grace isn't dead; she's back,' Dylan thought.
In just a few months, she had returned to Henry, and they were together again. Even without her memory, she still had feelings for Henry.
Dylan felt a pang of bitterness.
When Grace turned around, she saw Dylan. His eyes were filled with longing and a hint of pain.
It seemed like he knew her. Grace didn't avoid him and quietly stared back.
A few minutes later, they were sitting in a café. Taylor sat on a nearby couch, bored but listening intently to their conversation.
Dylan looked at Taylor, feeling lost.
Once, Taylor had greeted him warmly, but now she had forgotten.
He looked back at Grace and said, "She's grown so much."
Dylan's gaze at Grace was complicated.
If Grace hadn't forgotten the past, she would have hated him. How could she be sitting here having coffee with him? He remembered clearly that night she wanted to run him over with her car.
Grace guessed her identity. She lowered her head and gently stirred her coffee, saying softly, "I'm sorry. I forgot the past and I don't have any memories of you. But I don't think we had any emotional ties, right?"
Dylan slightly tilted his head back, and under the dim light, his eyes were moist.
After a while, he softly murmured, "Yeah, we didn't. You just came to me for a case. Seeing you doing well now makes me happy for you."
Grace suddenly spoke, "But we have grievances."
Dylan's face twitched uncontrollably.
He didn't answer. He just took out his wallet, pulled out a bill, and gently placed it on the dark table. As he got up, he said, "If you want to know the answer, you can find it in the villa. That's where you and Henry lived for years."
Dylan left into the night, while Grace still sat quietly. Dylan had given her the answer.
She was Henry's wife.
Grace took out her phone and started searching. She looked up "the Montague Group," "Henry," and "Serene Petal Dining."
The information flooded in, and her past slowly unfolded before her—her marriage with Henry, the Windsor Group case, the lawyer Dylan, and the rumors about Henry and Elodie.
Everything was recorded online.
It turned out she and Henry didn't love each other. Their marriage had been so unbearable and broken. It turned out there had always been another woman in their relationship.
That was why Henry told her she didn't have a husband. He hid their marriage, planning to make her fall in love with him and never leave him.
Grace blinked lightly. It turned out she was the founder of Serene Petal Dining, and Juniper was her friend.
These pieces of information overwhelmed her, making it hard to breathe.
She didn't want to think about it because thinking about it gave her a headache.
She still had Taylor and Avery. When a woman had children, her feelings took a back seat. A woman became rational and wouldn't go crazy for a man, even if she knew about Elodie's existence. But Elodie was already dead.
Taylor leaned against Grace, softly calling her mom, her cautious voice tinged with sobs. She missed Grace so much, she was so afraid of losing her again.
Grace endured the severe headache and said in a very gentle voice, "Call Dad and tell him I have a headache."
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