The Lies He Told Me (Grace and Antonio)

Chapter312

Even after we reached home, the nausea lingered, and I remained silent.

Antonio asked the maid to bake me a pumpkin pie and settled onto the sofa with a pregnancy manual.

Since I'd become pregnant, Antonio had transformed from a cold CEO to a

solicitous caregiver.

I wasn't allowed to do anything, not even dry my hair or bend down to pick something up.

He filled notebooks with advice from "What's to Expect When You're Expecting" and meticulously planned for postpartum recovery.

The maid, observing this, commented, "Mr. Kaufman is such a good husband."

Antonio glanced at me. "I just want to make Grace's pregnancy as easy as possible."

He then made serval calls, and half an hour later, sat beside me, beaming.

"Are you free tomorrow night? I have a surprise for you."

I felt no excitement for his surprise, despite his enthusiasm.

Antonio'd turned down a million-dollar contract to take me to the observatory, repeatedly emphasizing how special it was.

"You've seemed down lately. Is it the pregnancy making you uncomfortable?"

He took my ice-cold hand, gazing fondly at my stomach.

"Let's take a trip around the world after the baby is born." Antonio gently kissed my forehead.

He didn't know.

He didn't know our baby was gone.

At the observatory, the director greeted us warmly, though his smile seemed strained, as if he'd expected someone else.

Oblivious, Antonio excitedly pointed. "Look at that star. It was discovered the day we got married."

interrupted by his

glanced at the screen and immediately

Corine had

black stockings

here,

looked up at

text seemed to please

"Darling, there's an emergency at the office. The

you around. I'll be back in two

to kiss me

away

left, I wandered through the

a star with a peculiar name caught

"Antorine."

nameplate was a high-definition photo of two hands clasped

wore a ring

inscribed beneath

sharp pain squeezed my

text from

is

the ceiling of Antonio's luxury car and a

in the passenger's

down

had been my birthday gift

it, spending a fortune to customize the

car is thrilling, like we're doing it right in front of

in your house next time, while you're sleeping beside

"Guess what he said?"

I tried to block her

photo of the star onto the

down sobbing uncontre Crouched

until

Why are you

crouched beside me,