Her Place in His Heart by Isabella Reed

Chapter 8

On Kyla and Antonio’s wedding day, the whole Parrish’s villa was exceptionally lively.

The rich young men and women all praised Kyla and Antonio.

“Kyla, you and Antonio are such a perfect match. Back in high school, he always gave you a lift home, right?

“I remember that once, he beat the crap out of a couple of punks for you. When you had that car accident, he protected you regardless of his own safety. You’re his one and only exception.”

Kyla’s bestie added, “Yeah, everyone knows Antonio treats Kyla so well, and vice versa. When he was injured years ago, she gave him one of her kidneys.”

An onlooker exclaimed, “Gee! True love is so rare these days.”

“Not to mention they love each other. It’s mutual love.”

Among capitalists in the upper class, love was a rare and precious luxury.

As I sat alone in the storage room, I wanted to laugh.

They thought it was Kyla who did all these things, but actually, it was me.

Antonio was older than me.

When I was in high school, he was already in college.

As he saw how pitiful I was, he felt bad for me and would often have his driver wait for me, so we could go home together.

I was often harassed by punks, and he’d take off his suit and fight for me.

Once, we got into a car wreck on the way home. He shielded me with his body, preventing me from any injuries.

That was why I fell for him regardless of everything else and even gave him one of my kidneys.

But…

That Antonio, who loved me, protected me, and always prioritized me, was long gone.

This Antonio sitting outside wasn’t that radiant young man in my memories.

So, I no longer wanted him.

Time passed by.

The night fell, and Antonio set off fireworks for Kyla, illuminating the whole city.

He asked me to come out and said to me, “Grace, I’ll marry Kyla tomorrow, but it’ll be a wedding in name only. After the wedding, we can finally be together.”

Thinking that he had helped me countless times and saved my life once, I opened my mouth.

but I won’t…”

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“I won’t be

him, “Antonio, come here! Join us for a pre–wedding game.”

A pre–wedding game?

to her,

at me. “What

“Nothing. Go

held my cold

tomorrow’s wedding, everything will be over.”

turned to

his tall figure.

неи

everything would

***

everyone went to Kyla’s room. I walked into the villa alone

was 7:15

hour and forty–five minutes

took a

the mirror and saw my scarred body,

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most expensive set of clothes I had and waited for the state to come

an hour

the storage room where I had lived for years.

there weren’t many of my

of shabby clothes, a few pairs of worn–out shoes, a blanket that was discarded by the maid, a tattered diary on the desk, and the only decoration

got rid of the clothes, shoes,

the photo frame. Inside was a family photo of the Parrish and the Kaufman families

of my

held all my

it out of the frame, tore it into pieces, and

I

opened the

is December 3rd, 2012, and it’s sunny. I went

and saw my parents. My dad

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are as pretty as her. I’m so happy! From

through the

and Dad didn’t give me tuition today, and I don’t know how to tell my teacher. I guess Mom and Dad have their reasons that they don’t wanna tell me. I gotta earn money. I don’t wanna

I bought the necklace for Naomi with the money I saved from three months of my part–time job, but she doesn’t like it.

saw the last page. That day was the day before

1st, 2017, and it’s raining.”

only one

don’t love me at all!”