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.

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

ring fingers

of Antonio’s hand

dad when he was 18, his hand was pierced by a broken beer bottle, leaving that

thought it was proof that he cared about

out it was just my fantasy. Everything was just

my laptop, I quickly sorted out some interview materials and asked my lawyer friend

to the castle, everything was in ruins.

tornado did some serious

detonators piled up near the castle for mining, I suddenly had a bad feeling. I found one of the rescuers and I started

tornado caused a lot of destruction, but at the same

I knew, someone kicked

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tumbling into

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

to have forgotten how our mom

long become Roxanne’s lapdog.

him anymore. I didn’t want such

silence, I stood up and brushed off the

to him, slapping him hard across the face. I focused all my sadness and

he stared at me, as he never expected me to fight

disgust, snapping, “I’m here to work. And I don’t

turned away and continued with

the pale Roxanne, not even pretending in front of me.

he explained, “Grace, sorry for not wishing you a happy birthday last night. I’ll go back and make it up

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