Chapter 80
The pills were different from what I usually took.
Although I studied obstetrics, I could still tell the difference.
Unless I was still groggy from sleep, I wouldn’t have mixed them up.
The bottle was on the bedside table.
Usually, no one else but Antonio would enter my room.
The answer was clear.
My hand holding the pills started shaking uncontrollably.
In the end, I collapsed to the floor with a thud.
“It’s impossible…”
I desperately tried to comfort myself, trying to believe in Antonio.
After all, we had truly been in love for so many years.
At our best, he’d protected me from a car accident, shielding me with his body just to keep me safe.
He said, “Grace, you mean more to me than anything, even more than myself. I can’t lose you.”
That day, I cried until I could barely breathe, vowing to love him forever.
Today, I was crying just as hard, but now I was searching for a reason to still believe in him.
Antonio.
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Please, don’t let it be you…
It wasn’t until the third day that I finally asked Chloe.
“Grace, this is hormone medication. You can’t just take it while pregnant. It could cause birth defects.”
I froze completely, unable to hear anything else.
The guilt in Antonio’s eyes when he left that day.
I finally understood.
My last bit of hope for Antonio shattered completely.
Years of love.”
It couldn’t withstand the pressure anymore.
It collapsed, once and for all.
Antonio didn’t come back on the third day.
I sat on the couch in a daze, staring at nothing as the day faded into night, then back into another day.
The phone kept buzzing non–stop. But I didn’t answer.
Eventually, it ran out of battery and shut off, leaving me in complete silence.
The eighth was my birthday. I sat outside the operating room and called. Antonio.
“Grace? You’re finally calling me back? Are you still mad? I’ve been so busy. I couldn’t get away.”
“I’m doing this for the triple pay! Can’t you understand that? You keep
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ignoring my calls and messages. What do you want me to do? If you can’t handle it, then just divorce me already. It’s not like I can keep putting up. with this!”
His tone was as harsh as ever by the end.
I pretended not to hear it.
With calm and detachment, I said.
“Antonio, do you remember today’s my birthday?”
There was a pause, no answer.
I didn’t care. I wiped my tears and continued.
“It’s fine if you forgot. You don’t ever need to remember again. Antonio, when you get back, let’s get a divorce.”
Silence stretched on from the other side, so long I thought he had hung
Then his voice finally came through.
“Grace, are you using divorce as a way to force me to come back? Why do
have to be so extreme? Why can’t you just understand? Do you think this will make me cave?”
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“I hate when you play these games! Grace, I’ll come back when you learn. how to act right!”
I forced a smile.
I stared blankly at the chat history and photos on my phone.
It was Sarah’s second account, sending me messages over these past few days.
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From their first meeting to their recent conversations, I read it all.
In four years, nine out of ten overtime nights had been spent with Sarah.
Meanwhile, I was still cooking meals for him, waiting for him to come
home late.
Even though I’d seen the marks on his neck, I had convinced myself they were just mosquito bites.
I had trusted him completely.
But he had betrayed me.
Antonio.
How was this fair to me?
If you didn’t love me anymore, why couldn’t you just let me go?
“Antonio, I’m not joking.”
“When you come back, let’s get a divorce.”
At that moment, a nurse came out holding a clipboard, calling out.
Her voice echoed through the phone.
“Grace? Is Grace here? Your abortion procedure is up next.”
“An abortion? Grace, what are you doing? Didn’t I tell you I’d be back once I finished? You can’t seriously be using this as an excuse!” Antonio’s voice crackled through the phone.
“You’ve wanted this child for so long, and now you’re going to get rid of him? Do you think it’s funny, trying to pressure me into coming back by using the baby?”
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didn’t respond.
I just hung up and followed the nurse into the operating room.
When I woke up, there was a dull ache in my lower abdomen.
Chloe sat by my bedside, her face filled with concern.
“Grace, you’re awake,” she said softly.
I managed a faint smile, but the emptiness I felt inside was too much to ignore.
This child was everything I had hoped for.
Lucia Morh is a passionate storyteller who brings emotions to life through her words. When she’s not writing, she finds peace nurturing her garden.