I Don’t Need Your Fake Love by Melandia

Chapter 55

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.

was when I saw Roxanne’s latest post on Instagram–a picture of her hand intertwined with

fingers were matching

of

his hand was

always thought it was proof that he cared about

just my fantasy. Everything was just an illusion in

sorted out some interview materials and asked my lawyer friend to

the castle, everything was

like the tornado did some serious

near the castle for mining, I suddenly had a bad feeling. I found one of

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

thing I knew, someone

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I went tumbling into the

the fuck is wrong with you, Grace? Don’t tell me you’re here to catch them in the

forgotten how our mom died because of

had long become

recognize him anymore. I didn’t want such

and

across the face. I focused all

stared at me, as he never

glared at him with disgust, snapping, “I’m here to work. And I

turned away

pale Roxanne,

of guilt flashed across Antonio’s face as he explained, “Grace, sorry for not wishing you a happy birthday last night. I’ll go back

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