The Lies He Told Me (Grace and Antonio)

The Lies He Told Me 152

I didn't want anything from them, neither Antonio nor the baby. I didn't want anything from my family either.

By the time I got back to the city from the clinic, it was late at night. I made a mental note to try to abort again when I got back home.

I booked into a random hotel, washed up, cried for a while, and fell asleep in a daze.

In the early hours, the rapid ringing of the phone woke me up.

My boss at the TV station was calling, sounding both frantic and hyped, "Grace. I heard there was a tornado at that castle you were at yesterday. Glad to hear you are alive. Now go and report it!"

He hung up before I could even respond.

I did work for a very important news channel, and they were aware of the wedding preparations I had.

They even knew it was going to be held in this famous castle that I always dreamed about. That was why my boss knew where I was.

A tornado? At the castle? I couldn't really believe that, but I would have to check their social media to see what went on

With a sigh, I got out of bed and turned on my phone. I didn't see much going on, and sadly not even one message from Antonio.

Then I checked Facebook. It was strangely uneventful, not even a post from my parents

That was when I saw Roxanne's latest post on Instagram-

a picture of her hand intertwined with Antonio's.

On their ring fingers were matching rings.

Seeing the pale scar on the back of Antonio's hand made my heart ache again.

when he was 18. pierced by a broken beer bottle, leaving that

always thought it was proof that

his hand was

my fantasy. Everything

head.

asked my lawyer friend to draft up a divorce agreement

seemed like, the tornado did

detonators piled up near the castle for mining, I suddenly had a bad feeling. I found one of the rescuers

of destruction, but at the same time, the mining detonators nearby could probably

I knew, someone kicked me

guard, I went tumbling into the debris caused

with

he seemed to have forgotten how our mom died

long become Roxanne's

him anymore. I

stood up

up to him, slapping him hard across the face. I focused

of the force. Shocked, he stared at

I glared at him with disgust, snapping, "I'm here to work. And I don't want you as a brother anymore. Go cry up

furious stare, I turned

over, holding the pale Roxanne, not even pretending in front

of guilt

sorry for not wishing you a happy birthday last night. I'll go back

my gaze from their interlocked hands

response left

to make fun of