The Lies He Told Me (Grace and Antonio)

Chapter 37

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A man looking disheveled was in the Kaufman's villa.

He sat on the floor barefoot, surrounded by empty wine bottles.

Antonio had locked himself at home since that day, refusing to either eat or drink.

He used to be a clean freak, paying great attention to his appearance all the time. Yet now his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked haggard and pitiful.

Clutching the pocket watch, he murmured, "Grace...

"I know you always hate it when I drink...

"Come back. Come back so that you can scold me in my face, OK?"

When saying this, he pressed his cheek against her face in their wedding photo, trying to catch a trace of her scent and warmth.

After some time, he suddenly woke up with a start and looked around, confused.

In the next second, he realized that everything was still in place, and Grace was still nowhere to be seen.

Once again, he was caught up in despair.

Just then, he felt a gust of wind, which brought some sounds

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he tensed and held his

listen.

lit up with hope again. He got up at once and rushed toward the living room without even putting

familiar figure in the kitchen

didn't even dare to breathe lest disturbing her; or what if

while, he cautiously whispered, his voice trembling,

The figure paused.

turned around, and he saw Mylie's

making some soup for you; it's good for

It wasn't her.

It wasn't Grace.

dimmed totally

situ in agony, feeling dizzy. He

him, Mylie felt

he had become so gaunt, and his face was so ghastly pale

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pleading sadly, "Antonio, please,

and it's been so hard. But no matter what, you gotta move

"Piss off."

bit her

I won't leave, Antonio.

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