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.

Roxanne’s latest post on Instagram–a picture of

fingers were matching rings.

back of Antonio’s hand made my heart

was 18, his hand was pierced by a

proof that he cared about me.

Everything was just an illusion in

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

to the castle, everything was in

like the tornado

the castle for mining, I suddenly had a bad feeling. I found one of the rescuers and I started to ask

of destruction, but at the same time, the mining detonators nearby could probably cause similar damage.

knew, someone kicked me

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went tumbling into the debris caused by the tornado.

out. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Grace? Don’t tell me you’re here to catch them in the act.”

he seemed to have forgotten how our mom died because

become Roxanne’s lapdog.

I didn’t

I stood up and

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

force. Shocked, he stared at me, as he never

I glared at him with disgust, snapping, “I’m here to work. And I don’t want you as a brother

I turned away

walked over, holding the pale Roxanne, not even pretending in

happy birthday last night. I’ll go back

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