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 seeking love

years apart, my mom and

been calling non-stop," my

1. me.

my tears, but hers

you choose, I'm with you all the way," she said, supporting me no matter

was blowing up with calls and

up on

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coming in.

his voice laden with stress,

world on

heard Antonio

Tw

puzzled. With Stella back in the picture, why was

explain, "Grace, have you read my journal? It's

true.

Stella. I promise you. She's

left on my journal pages. I've been remiss, but it was never my intention to

feeling kind of spaced

you're obligated to stay with me, but that's why I'm walking away. It's to set us both

happy with

"Why the tears?"

diary, Stella was his shining moment, the highlight of his

most brilliant, the

memory that I put in

top.

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living it up with Stella, soaking in the glory

one emptying my bank

mistakes.

was the one groveling to business associates, doing whatever

the one downing drinks till I was

that registered with

was the heady, fantastical

on his chest, lying to me that it

times, a symbol to keep

driven.

yearned to keep alive was

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