The Lies He Told Me (Grace and Antonio)

"The kid... I'm sorry about that. The divorce papers-

those were your fault. But we can call it even. We can go back to the way things were, as long as you stop being so petty."

He kept talking. ignoring the look on Sarah's face behind him.

She was fuming. staring at me like I was the enemy.

I didn't care.

But then she suddenly burst into tears, clinging to Antonio's arm.

"I'm sorry, Grace. It's all my fault. I love Antonio too much. I swear. I'll leave. I won't bother you guys again. Please don't hate me."

"Grace, my child is your child. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have gone through with the abortion. I'll give you my little one as compensation. Please, take care of him better, okay? I beg you." She dropped to her knees to beg me.

But Antonio, looking colder by the second, pulled her up.

He looked at Sarah with a face full of sympathy, gently patting her head.

But when he turned to me and saw me smiling, a flicker of displeasure crossed his eyes.

"Grace! Apologize! Why are you being so aggressive? Sar's innocent! You're the one who caused this with the abortion. Was that your plan all along?"

"Apologize to Sar! If you don't, I'll never forgive you!"

I slapped Antonio across the face.

Then, before he could react, I slapped Sarah, too.

wrong with you? What

that's so wrong? I didn't even touch her. and you want me to apologize? Are you out of your

say I wanted a divorce? What's so hard to understand? Or are you just so

bear to let go?

"Still asking for

playing the victim. You've cried so much. You've ruined the Northern Lights for everyone! It's pathetic! You knew exactly w "You come here to flaunt it, even before your baby's

Look at you. You've

opened his mouth to speak

I casually scooped up a handful of snow, shoved a chunk into each of their mouths, and then

home, I fell back

losing that child slowly faded, little

still hadn't signed

wasn't in a rush. Someone else

changed, becoming a different person,

and contact me.

called and messaged me from different numbers

I didn't respond to a single

third day, after

bright red roses

of

swhot

. no

was flushed, his eyes filled with

don't want to separate anymore. Can we not divorce? I've been waiting for

thing,