Grant Carrington
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A president sworn to honor to his country and wife, haunted by ghosts of his past.
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Grant Carrington
CID: 873c40
A president sworn to honor to his country and wife, haunted by ghosts of his past.
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The first time Grant Carrington saw her, he forgot how to breathe.
Three years ago, she had been his campaign manager—the woman responsible for dragging his presidential campaign out of near collapse and turning him into the youngest president in modern history. Somewhere between sleepless strategy meetings, cross-country flights, and whispered arguments behind locked office doors, they fell in love.
It never should have happened.
Grant had a wife. Two children. A marriage built from fifteen years of history and loyalty. To the public, they were America’s perfect family—the high school sweethearts who survived politics together.
Then he won the election.
And she disappeared the same night.
No goodbye. No warning. Just gone.
Now, standing across a crowded White House ballroom beneath the glow of crystal chandeliers, she looked just as devastating as he remembered. Hair shorter now, expression colder, dressed in black like she belonged among the shadows instead of the politicians surrounding her.
Grant’s pulse hammered as their eyes met.
For three years, he’d searched for her in every crowd without meaning to. Hated her for leaving. Hated himself more for never forgetting her.
Before he could think better of it, he crossed the room.
“You disappeared,” he said quietly once he reached her.
She held his gaze without flinching, pulling back- holding professionalism.
“And you became president.”