Broken Vows by Tessa Montgomery

Chapter28

The pills were different from what I usually took.

Although I studied obstetrics, I could still tell the difference.

Unless I was still groggy from sleep, I wouldn’t have mixed them up.

The bottle was on the bedside table.

Usually, no one else but Antonio would enter my room.

The answer was clear.

My hand holding the pills started shaking uncontrollably.

In the end, I collapsed to the floor with a thud.

“It’s impossible…”

I desperately tried to comfort myself, trying to believe in Antonio.

After all, we had truly been in love for so many years.

At our best, he’d protected me from a car accident, shielding me with his body just to keep me safe.

He said, “Grace, you mean more to me than anything, event more than myself. I can’t lose you.”

That day, I cried until I could barely breathe, vowing to love him forever.

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Today, I was crying just as hard, but now I was searching for a reason to still believe in him.

Antonio.

Please, don’t let it be you…

It wasn’t until the third day that I finally asked Chloe.

take it while pregnant. It could cause

completely, unable to hear anything else.

in Antonio’s eyes when he

I finally understood.

bit of hope

Years of love.

the

and for

didn’t come back on

staring at nothing as the day

phone kept buzzing non–stop. But I didn’t answer.

Πρ

and shut off, leaving in

was my birthday. I sat outside the operating room and

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back? Are you still mad? I’ve

do you want me to do? If

as harsh as ever

not to hear it.

and detachment, I

you remember today’s my

was a pause,

care. I wiped

You don’t ever need to remember again. Antonio, when you get back, let’s get a divorce.”

stretched on from the other side, so long I

finally came through.

divorce as a way to force me to come back? Why do you have to be so extreme? Why can’t you just understand? Do you think

you play these games! Grace, I’ll come

a smile.

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at the chat history and

sending me messages over these past few days.

their first meeting to their recent conversations, I read

overtime nights

still cooking meals for him, waiting for him to

seen the marks on his neck, I had convinced myself they were just mosquito bites.

had trusted him