Broken Vows by Tessa Montgomery

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Grace’s POV

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Time seems to slow down. Antonio pushes me out of the way as Cecilia collapses on the floor. He flips her on her back, lifting her into his arms and rushing her to the hospital as soon as the elevator doors open.

I pick up my phone, still in shock. The screen is shattered because of his push, but I just go out of the building and all for a taxi to meet up with the property manager.

Time passes, and now I’m back to the office. I sit down, and immediately I see a package on the table. It’s a cheesecake in a jar, and it’s from Antonio. I frown at it, knowing that I’ve seen this exact thing somewhere else.

Half an hour ago, I saw this same cheesecake in a jar on Cecilia’s instagram, even though she must have been taken to the hospital because of her recent fall.

Still, I check my instagram again to see if I saw everything right, and I did.

“Sweets from my sweet baby,” the caption says, showing a bunch of little sweets in jars that are very similar to the one l have on my table right now.

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Antonio swings by to my office casually, looking at the dessert on my table and frowning when he sees that it’s unopened and ignored.

“Grace?” he asks. “Why didn’t you open this? Do you not want to eat it? What’s with all the coldness today? I’m pretty sure I didn’t do anything to incur your wrath.”

I don’t reply to him. I just get up and head to my printer. “Excuse me, I need to print my documents. You can leave now if you want.”

He leaves indeed, and when I come back with my papers, he’s not there anymore.

The only thing that he left behind is a note that says, “When you’re done with the attitude, come and see me.”

That pushes me to the edge> I crumple the note and dump it in the trash along with the dessert he gave me. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t have them in my life anymore.

I print out a resignation letter and head to my director’s office. She reads it and stares at me.

“Are you sure about this?” she asks. “Because you’re one of the good ones here and I would hate for you to leave.”

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“I’m sure about this,” I tell her.

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That leaves her no choice but to accept it.

“Well, according to company policy, you still have to render a week of service,” she says. “After that, I will let you go.”

all treat me to dinner, knowing that it might

in the department, Harris, is sad to see me go. “We will miss you, Grace. I really

I say,

everyone’s phones are on the table for a little bet on whose person calls

say, but then Antonio’s angry voice comes through. “Grace,

the phone from Harris. “I’m eating out with friends. Is that not something I’m allowed to

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go and pick you

ends the

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will cause a fight and I want none of it, I send him my location. The

are updates about her on her story. She’s sick, and that’s how I

a taxi home, wondering why I believed he would be there. I

eager

rolls in, I

and make me something to eat? I’m feeling

since when do you like pasta? You also hate

that, because I know immediately that it’s for Cecilia, and he’s basically using me

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to rouse me from my sleep, but I just push his hand off. I touch his

scar because of me.

fire and I was stick in

surprise, he stops me. He looks guilty. “It can wait until later. I don’t really feel that hungry anymore.

get out of the bedroom. “Well, aside from the pasta, is there anything else that Cecilia wants?”

say that. “Um, nothing else. Nothing

making the food that he will give to her. He sits at the counter and watches me, looking nervous. “I forgot to tell you. I have a business trip to London next week.

I say blandly. “I hope you have

with your

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can talk about the

in front of him. “That won’t

at me. “Why not? What

back from

to say something

he leaves the kitchen to answer the

he hurries to leave in his

***

finalized when Friday comes.

have put away everything little by little so Antonio won’t know. Antonio

be happy. He cuts my steak for me, asking, “Do you