The Lies He Told Me (Grace and Antonio)

Chapter 226

Antonio frowned, his annoyance evident. "Don't be so dramatic. Molly's stay is temporary."

"No one knows we're married. She thinks I'm single," he added, as if in explanation

My chest tightened. I took a deep breath.

"You know I prefer to keep my marriage private. You understand that, right?" Antonio continued, justifying himself.

So, Ivan and I were inconveniences, obstacles to his love life.

I couldn't bear to look at him, "Fine. I'll pack and take Ivan out. We won't disturb you."

I had planned to leave anyway; sooner was better.

My ready agreement seemed to surprise him.

His voice softened, "I'll make it up to you and Ivan."

I continued working without looking up.

The scars Antonio had inflicted on Ivan and me ran deep, no amount of "making up" could erase them..

I packed our bags and we left the apartment.

Just as we were leaving the building, we ran into Antonio returning with Molly.

He was wheeling her suitcase and they were both beaming.

When our eyes met, panic flashed across Antonio's face.

Molly gasped, her eyes widening, "Grace, why are you at Mr. Kaufman's place?"

I pulled Ivan behind me, shielding him. "I..."

"They are relatives, staying with me for a while," Antonio butted in.

My grip tightened on the suitcase.

but

could speak, Ivan said,

welling in Ivan's eyes. "Mom, let's

sweetheart, right away," I

we walked past, Antonio grabbed

Ivan just call me?"

replied calmly. "Aren't you his

Ivan to call him "Uncle Antonio," forbidding him

detaching, and Antonio was surprised? Shouldn't he be

tried to pull my arm free, but his

his expression a mixture

"I'll explain to Ivan."

"Molly is waiting. Let

was

took Ivan's hand. We

"Wait!" Antonio called.

back to his car,

and handed

yday, Ivan." he said.

s to .net swappy

me. "This cake was actually for me. So today's your son's

two weeks ago." I said,

the look of anticipation on Ivan's

He didn't understand the

of the

you

with me?" He

Antonio.

Antonio hesitated then agreed.

living room, urging me

followed, stroking his hair, and cut

took a bite, and

it out! Don't swallow!" I cried, grabbing