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

apologize to Alicia for

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

and comforting, but now, as I walked out, all I felt was a weight lifted off

the plane, my phone blew up with

future. Some prayed for my safety and happiness, and others hoped for perfect love and

by

made a silent promise to myself,

all these good wishes, I was sure I would find my

brightly. outside, and the sky

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

me, and I quickly started sketching. By the time I was done, night

surreal, like I had traveled through

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Chapter 49

in the morning and arrived on the