The Lies He Told Me (Grace and Antonio)

The door opened, a wry smile playing on my lips, but the room fell silent.

Every eye was on me, a mix of embarrassment and discomfort etched on their faces.

My fiance lay cradled in a woman's arms a woman whose face was intimately familiar from his laptop.

Antonio's friends, unprepared for my sudden arrival, scrambled to pull him away from Mandy.

He, wasted and oblivious, roared, "Back off! Leave me alone!"

I'd ever seen him like this; alcohol was not his vice.

One friend hissed, "Grace's here! Get it together! You're getting married."

The others joined the effort, finally separating Antonio and Mandy.

After a few tense minutes, Antonio plopped onto the couch, his face flushed.

One friend finally exhaled, turning to me.

"This is Mandy, an old high school friend. She's back from Nardoven for the party. Antonio is wasted. Don't take it personally."

A piece of my mind would have been unleashed on Antonio years ago,

Now, I could only manage a strained grin.

"Are you Antonio's friend?" Mandy, assessing me with curious eyes, asked.

Antonio's friend began, "This is Antonio's fiancee."

cut him off, his voice sharp. "No, we're just

fists clenched, nails

room shifted uncomfortably, sympathy

the first time Antonio had

the refusal to invite our families -

denial, gambling eight years of my

on a

"Hi, I'm Grace

Antonio's. You look

more beautiful in person.

WContent

room fell deadly

it

sat up straight. "You're allergic to

"Sweetheart, these are potato chips.

heart shattered. Antonio had never truly cared about

crying?" someone asked, noticing

touched my cheek, the wetness cold against my

Why was I crying?

prime years to

correct him

severe seafood allergy, ignored as he repeatedly chose seafood restaurants for our

excused it as stress and

him to his feet,

Downstairs, Mandy followed.

sensitive stomach. He can't sleep hungry.