The Lies He Told Me (Grace and Antonio)

Chapter 126

After countless sleepless nights, I surprisingly caught some solid z's on the flight.

In my dreams. Antonio's face kept showing up, like he was just waiting for me there.

Back when we were just seven, we used to play games together.

He'd tell me he was the groom, and I was the prettiest bride.

When we turned eighteen, we made that game real.

He vowed to hustle hard and give me a grand wedding.

But when did things start to fall apart between us?

Did it start after Stella showed up, or was it before that?

I couldn't even remember it anymore.

Antonio had been the center of my world for as long as I could remember.

No matter how much I tried to stay cool and get over him, it felt like my insides were being torn apart.

Once I landed, I didn't even have the guts to turn on my phone.

"Grace!"

My mom was waving at me, standing out in a sea of foreigners.

It had been ages since we last saw each other.

She wasn't the same woman I remembered, sitting on the couch, crying, waiting for my dad to come home.

She was older, but she exuded more charm than before.

"You've grown so much," she said, her voice filled with wonder.

My mom kept touching my face, saying sorry over and over again.

I just let go and hugged her tight.

I said, "Mom, I'm not holding it against you.

"You said I should love myself first before seeking love from others."

apart, my mom and

calling non-stop,"

tears, but hers started

with you all the way," she said, supporting me no

up with calls and

I could even catch up on the latest, another call was coming

laden with stress, like he

world on his

never heard Antonio this

in the picture,

about me. the substitute?

"Grace, have you read

I promise

to me.

heartbroken.

the tears you've left on

pages. I've

it

never my intention

you."

feeling kind

but

that you

with me, but

I'm walking away. It's to set us

you happy

"Why the tears?"

was his shining moment, the

his darkest days.

brilliant, the most

his memory that I put in the

living it up with Stella, soaking in the glory days, I was the one emptying my

the one groveling to business associates, doing whatever it

was the one downing drinks till I was senseless, so wasted I nearly

of that

held onto was the

chest, lying to me that it was a reminder of the hard times, a symbol to

he truly yearned to keep alive was his fiery

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