Divorcing my billionaire husband (Antonio and Grace)

Chapter 86

I didn't want anything from them, neither Antonio nor the baby. I didn't want anything from my family either.

By the time I got back to the city from the clinic, it was late at night. I made a mental note to try to abort again when I got back home.

I booked into a random hotel, washed up, cried for a while, and fell asleep in a daze.

In the early hours, the rapid ringing of the phone woke me up.

My boss at the TV station was calling, sounding both frantic and hyped, "Grace, I heard there was a tornado at that castle you were at yesterday. Glad to hear you are alive. Now go and report it!"

He hung up before I could even respond.

I did work for a very important news channel, and they were aware of the wedding preparations I had.

They even knew it was going to be held in this famous castle that I always dreamed about. That was why my boss knew where I was.

A tornado? At the castle? I couldn't really believe that, but I would have to check their social media to see what went on.

With a sigh, I got out of bed and turned on my phone. I didn't see much going on, and sadly not even one message from Antonio.

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Then I checked Facebook. It was strangely uneventful, not even a post from my parents.

That was when I saw Roxanne's latest post on Instagram-a picture of her hand intertwined with Antonio's.

On their ring fingers were matching rings.

pale scar on the back of Antonio's hand made my

from my abusive dad when he was 18, his hand was pierced by a broken beer bottle, leaving

thought it was proof that he cared

was just my fantasy. Everything was just

my laptop, I quickly sorted out some interview materials and asked my lawyer friend to draft up a divorce agreement for

returned to the

tornado did some

I suddenly had a bad feeling. I found one

same

I knew, someone kicked me in

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tumbling into the debris caused by the

voice rang out. "What

you, Grace? Don't tell me you're here to

along the line, he seemed to have forgotten

long

him anymore. I didn't

stood up and

hard across the

stared at me, as he never expected

glared at him with disgust, snapping, "I'm here to work. And I don't want you as a brother anymore. Go cry up

turned away and continued with my

far away, Antonio walked over, holding the pale

“Grace, sorry for not wishing you a happy birthday last night. I'll