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

not going to apologize to Alicia for

it was better if we didn't talk. I had a flight to catch the next morning,

cozy and comforting, but now, as I walked out, all I felt was a

on the plane, my phone blew up with birthday

their best wishes for a great future. Some prayed for my safety

to them one by one, I

plane took off, I made a

all these good wishes, I was sure

was flying overseas. The sun was shining brightly.

fascinated, watching the changing scenes outside the window. Clouds were rolling by, and now and then, there was a burst

started sketching. By the time

I had traveled through time. I left on

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Chapter 49

arrived