Grace's room was a whirlwind of activity as she packed her belongings into a suitcase with swift, decisive movements. Clothes were hastily folded and shoved into the bag, her actions reflecting the storm of emotions inside her.
The door creaked open, and Jacob stepped into the room. His face was a mixture of worry and frustration, his eyes searching Grace's form as she moved about. "Grace, what are you doing?" he asked, his voice tinged with both confusion and desperation.
Grace didn't look up, continuing her task with focused determination. "I'm leaving, Jacob," she said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. "You heard me earlier. If Olivia stays, then I'm going."
Jacob stepped further into the room, his expression a mix of anger and concern. "Grace, you can't be serious. You're just going to walk out on our marriage like this?"
