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."

and I both made the same

calling non-stop," my mom warned

tears, but hers started flowing

with you all the way," she said, supporting

blowing up with calls

catch up on the latest, another call was coming

he said, his voice laden with

world on

never heard Antonio this worked up

back in the

about me. the substitute?

explain, "Grace, have you read

with Stella. I

to me.

must be heartbroken. I can

the tears you've left

I've been

it

never my intention to

you."

was feeling kind of spaced

but

I get that

with

to set us both free, to let you

you happy with

"Why the tears?"

diary, Stella was his

his darkest days.

most brilliant, the most

his memory that I put

days, I was the one emptying my bank account to cover his

the one groveling to business associates, doing whatever it took

downing drinks till I was senseless,

that

was the

on his chest, lying to me that it

he truly yearned to keep

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