The Lies He Told Me (Grace and Antonio)

Chapter52

Antonio had long forgotten how he had endured those days filled with pain, with no one to turn to for support... He simply couldn't bear to go. through that again! Yet, Alison's gaze remained as cold and indifferent as ever.

It was as if she had truly completely let go, with not even the slightest. lingering affection...

The very thought of this made Antonio catch his breath in a choke, and a sudden sharp pain shot through his heart.

He stumbled involuntarily as if the world was spinning out of control around him.

With great effort, he tried to steady himself, then, trembling, he dropped to his knees once more.

He hoped that this undignified act might evoke a sliver of pity in Alison, perhaps making her change her mind, if only a little.

At this moment, passers-by came to a halt to look at them.

Everyone recognized him as Antonio, the president of the A&G Group.

The gazes directed at him varied: some were filled with curiosity, some with contempt, some were just watching the show, and others were mocking. But without hesitation, they all whipped out their apps and began live-

streaming the scene.

Alison, exhausted, forcefully tugged her hand free.

She cast one

final glance at him, then turned around and walked away with determination.

Antonio instantly became desperate. In a panic, he reached out his hand, but he couldn't even manage to grasp the hem of her clothes.

All he could do was sob, his body trembling violently, and he was so overcome that he couldn't even utter a word. With despair in his eyes, he could only watch her retreating figure and shake his head frantically Finally, he collapsed to the ground.

That day, Alison and Javon went back to Caumar together.

Meanwhile, in Astonburg, there was a shocking piece of news: Antonio, heartbroken by love, had driven his car into the sea to kill himself.

Five years later.

the entrance of

as the gentle breeze blew through,

stood at the counter, and he turned to the lady intently pruning

Then he curiously asked the clerk in front of him, who was busy packing a bouquet

a warm

as the customer was still hesitating whether

a tall and

gaze rested on the lady immediately,

side, watching quietly, the corners of his mouth curving up slightly, without

while,

arrival of the man. She looked at him, smiled, ceased her work, tidied herself up, and

was only

from sight

flowers finally snapped out of

BUMS

if she could read his mind,

smile, saying in a

"What a beautiful

on the other

lily trees, a man in a wheelchair was jolted awake

gasped for breath, his forehead beaded with cold

searing pain in his heart

once again grew

how many times

found himself reliving the past, as if caught

time he was like

onlooker, desperately at

In

agony at his former

"Push that woman