The Lies He Told Me (Grace and Antonio) novel Chapter 311

Chapter311

"Grace, I bought a car seat and a stroller."

"I also pre-ordered a camera. Let's record every moment of our child's life."

I left Antonio's messages unanswered.

Soon, another arrived.

“Are you unwell? Why haven't you replied?

"Should I cancel the meeting and come get you?"

When he received no response, the calls started, a dozen or more.

I deleted his texts and ignored the ringing.

Then Corine sent another video, another clip of them together.

I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself.

To my surprise, Antonio arrived at the hospital, rushing to my side and pulling me into a hasty embrace.

"Where have you been? You didn't answer my texts. I was so worried!"

"I wasn't feeling well and wanted some fresh air. My phone died," I answered calmly.

"It's my fault. I should have made more time for you. But there was an emergency meeting at the office,” he explained.

An emergency meeting that required him to unbutton his shirt?

I looked away, pretending not to see his rumpled clothes and the love bites on his neck.

Antonio led me to the car, visibly relieved.

I watched silently as he retrieved an enormous bouquet of roses from the trunk. "Please accept this and forgive me."

The local flower shops had the freshest roses.

He bought me a bouquet every time he passed by.

I used to see it as a gesture of love.

I had barely eaten in days; it was mostly water.

The dual torment of my physical and emotional pain brought tears to my eyes.

Looking at him, I saw genuine caring.

But it didn't change the fact that he betrayed with Corine.

I fought back the wave of anguish consuming me and pulled away, curling up on the passenger seat.

"Let's go home." Antonio said, his eyes red-rimmed. He leaned over to fasten my seatbelt, patting my hand.

He thought I hadn't noticed him secretly shove a pair of stockings further under the seat.

Or the strange perfume mingled with the scent of cigarettes that almost made me retch again.

I rolled down the window, staring out at the passing scenery.

The urge to leave Antonio, to leave this city, had never grown stronger.