Chapter 60

After countless sleepless nights, I surprisingly caught some solid z's on the flight.

In my dreams, Antonio's face kept showing up, like he was just waiting for me there.

Back when we were just seven, we used to play games together.

He'd tell me he was the groom, and I was the prettiest bride.

When we turned eighteen, we made that game real.

He vowed to hustle hard and give me a grand wedding.

But when did things start to fall apart between us?

Did it start after Stella showed up, or was it before that?

I couldn't even remember it anymore.

Antonio had been the center of my world for as long as I could remember.

No matter how much I tried to stay cool and get over him, it felt like my insides were being torn apart.

Once I landed, I didn't even have the guts to turn on my phone.

"Grace!"

My mom was waving at me, standing out in a sea of

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foreigners.

It had been ages since we last saw each other..

She wasn't the same woman I remembered, sitting on the couch, crying, waiting for my dad to come home.

She was older, but she exuded more charm than before.

"You've grown so much," she said, her voice filled with wonder.

My mom kept touching my face, saying sorry over and over again.

I just let go and hugged her tight.

I said, "Mom, I'm not holding it against you.

I should love myself first before

years apart, my mom and I both made the

been calling

1. me.

tried to dry my tears, but hers

you all the way," she said, supporting me no

was blowing up with calls and messages from

up on the

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coming in.

he said, his voice laden with stress, like

whole world on his

never heard Antonio

Tw

the picture, why was

have you read my journal? It's

true.

I promise you. She's just like a sister

can see it in the tears you've left on my journal pages. I've been remiss, but it was never

was feeling kind

but that's why I'm walking

happy

"Why the tears?"

shining

the most brilliant, the most vivid chapter of his

period from his memory that I put in the work to get him back

top.

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living it up with

the one emptying my bank account to cover

mistakes.

one groveling to business associates, doing whatever it took

I was senseless, so

that registered

he held onto was the heady,

tattooed on his chest, lying to me that it was

times, a symbol to keep

driven.

to keep alive was

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