The pills were different from what I usually took.

Although I studied obstetrics, I could still tell the difference.

Unless I was still groggy from sleep, I wouldn't have mixed them up.

The bottle was on the bedside table.

Usually, no one else but Antonio would enter my room.

The answer was clear.

My hand holding the pills started shaking uncontrollably.

In the end, I collapsed to the floor with a thud.

"It's impossible..."

I desperately tried to comfort myself, trying to believe in Antonio.

After all, we had truly been in love for so many years.

At our best, he'd protected me from a car accident, shielding me with his body just to keep me safe.

He said, "Grace, you mean more to me than anything, even more than myself. I can't lose you."

That day, I cried until I could barely breathe, vowing to love him forever.

Today, I was crying just as hard, but now I was searching for a reason to still believe in him.

Antonio.

Please, don't let it be you...

It wasn't until the third day that I finally asked Chloc.

"Grace. this is hormone medication. You can't just take it while pregnant. It could cause birth defects."

completely, unable to hear anything

guilt in Antonio's eyes

I finally understood.

of hope for Antonio shattered

Years of love.

withstand the pressure

collapsed, once and for

come back

on the couch in a daze, staring at nothing as the day faded into night, then

buzzing non-stop. But I

out of battery and

I sat outside the

still mad? I've been

doing this for the triple pay!

do you want me to do? If you can't handle it, then just divorce me already. It's not like I can keep putting up

pretended not to hear

calm and detachment, I

remember today's

a

didn't care. I wiped my tears and

you forgot. You don't ever need to remember again. Antonio, when you get

so

voice finally came

are you using divorce as a way to force me to come back? Why do you have to be

just understand? Do you think this will

these games! Grace, I'll come back when you learn

I forced a smile.

at the chat history and

me messages over these past few

their first meeting to their recent conversations.

four years, nine out of ten overtime nights had been spent with

still cooking meals for him, waiting for him to

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