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.

the pale scar on the back of

his hand was pierced by a broken beer bottle, leaving that

was proof

just my fantasy. Everything

some interview materials and asked my lawyer friend to draft up a divorce agreement for the legal marriage we

returned to the castle, everything was in

tornado

a bad feeling. I found one of the rescuers and I started

lot of destruction, but at the same time, the mining detonators nearby could

I knew, someone kicked me in

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I went tumbling into the debris caused

voice rang out. "What

you're here to

the line, he seemed to have forgotten

had long

couldn't recognize him anymore. I didn't

up and brushed

him, slapping him hard across the face. I

because of the force. Shocked, he stared at me,

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

turned

over, holding the pale Roxanne, not even

explained, “Grace, sorry for not wishing you a happy birthday last night.