Divorcing my billionaire husband (Antonio and Grace)

Chapter 49

I trudged home, dead tired, and for the first time, I really looked at the place I had called home for seven years.

Every corner was filled with Antonio's and my sweet memories.

All those perfect moments now felt like a million knives piercing my heart. I pulled out a huge cardboard box and stayed up all night packing away those memories.

The matching couple's slippers, the matching couple's mugs, the keychains that could find each other within 10 meters, and a whole box of pictures of us...

These things were my lifeline when I was feeling insecure, proof that Antonio and I were a real couple. Yet, they were just trash now.

Antonio hadn't been home for two weeks.

During that time, I had finished my design work and pretty much cleaned out the house.

I got rid of all the furniture I had bought, and now the place was back to how it was when I first moved in. The black and white decor was simple, like one could see every corner from the front door.

The night before I was set to leave, I figured I should talk things through with Antonio, so I gave him a call.

kept hanging up on

not going to apologize to Alicia for

smile, I thought if that was the case, maybe it was better if we didn't talk. I had a flight to catch the

and comforting, but now, as I walked

got on the plane, my phone blew up with

my safety and happiness, and others

to them one by

made a silent promise to myself, "I'll find my

I was sure I would find

shining brightly. outside, and the

the window. Clouds were rolling by, and now and then, there was a burst of red light catching

me, and I quickly started

surreal, like I had traveled through time. I

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Chapter 49

the morning and arrived