Chapter 8
The next day, Antonio went to the company as usual and sent for Grace to make coffee.
However, he was told that Grace had completed the procedures and resigned.
Antonio was so angry that he almost smashed the entire floor.
It never occurred to him that Grace would resign after he had just been with Livia for more than a month.
He tore the resignation application into pieces but still couldn’t vent his anger. Thus, he got up and went straight back home, ready to settle accounts with her.
The moment he reached the door, the housekeeper came up to tell him that Grace had moved out yesterday.
Upon hearing this, Antonio was fuming. He took out his cell phone with a sullen face and made a call.
After the call was connected, he didn’t give the other party a chance to speak and started scolding harshly, “Grace, you’re never going to stop with this fake marriage act, are you? If you really want to leave, don’t ever come back again!”
Grace was unfazed by his anger. As if she was giving a work report, she said, “Mr. Kaufman, I won’t be back. Don’t worry. I didn’t lie to you. I’m really getting married today.”
Abruptly, the housekeeper patted his head, took out an invitation from his pocket, and handed it to Antonio.
“Mr. Kaufman, Grace gave me this invitation yesterday. He asked me to pass it to you today.”
When he saw the gold-foil stamped words “We’re Getting Married” on the title page, Antonio’s face turned red with
rage.
He snatched the invitation and threw it to the driver, asking him to rush to the wedding venue immediately.
Along the way, his mind was in utter turmoil. He kept replaying the scene of Grace carrying the suitcase yesterday in his head, his face gloomy.
After the driver parked the car, he opened the door and walked into the elevator.
When he came out, he saw the spacious hall filled with banquet tables, and flowers adorning every corner both on and off the stage. His heart sank.
Several receptionists came forward to greet him. He asked someone to take him directly to the backstage.
Antonio’s forehead bulged with rage when he saw Grace wearing a wedding gown.
He looked around but didn’t see the groom. The clock on the wall showed eleven-fifty, with only ten minutes left until the wedding started.
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After realizing something was off, Antonio snatched the invitation from the driver.
When he opened it and saw “Devin Hudson” written as the groom, his lost reason returned.
“Devin? Your husband is Devin?”
Antonio cast a sidelong glance at Grace, his tone full of sarcasm.
At the mention of the name, the people who followed him laughed.
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“Isn’t it that son of the Hudson family? Will he marry a nanny’s daughter?”
“What a joke! Given the Hudson family’s status, Grace is not even worthy of being his mistress!”
Listening to the laughter of his friends, Antonio grew increasingly convinced that all of this was a carefully staged show.
He wasn’t in the mood to argue with her now. Unlike usual, he patiently said a few words to her.
“I will let go of everything that happened. Just come back with me.”
Grace calmly adjusted her wedding dress. “Thank you for being so magnanimous. But I’m sorry. Today is my wed- ding day, and I don’t plan to go back.”
Antonio had never experienced such a rejection.
His anger flared up instantly when he saw her determined face. He raised his hand to smash the champagne tower be- side him.
He was about to hurl the long-prepared rebukes when he received an unexpected phone call.
Antonio looked down at the caller ID on the screen, hesitating whether to answer the call first or finish cursing, when Grace suddenly spoke, “Ms. Fischer is calling. Are you sure you want to stay here?”
Antonio was certain that all this was just a farce and that she didn’t have a groom today.
He raised his chin, casting a sidelong glance at her, his voice cold.
“Of course not. Livia is much more important than you!
“Carry on with your wedding. I want to see who will marry you!”
After saying this, Antonio turned around and strode away from the wedding scene.
Grace didn’t say a word. After seeing him leave, she lifted her skirt and walked to the front hall.
The waiter walked up to her and asked in a low voice, “Ms. Stafford, that gentleman has left with a few friends. Do you think it’s okay for the wedding to start now?”
The “Wedding March” began to play on time as the clock struck twelve, accompanied by the sound of a car starting outside the window.
The next second, the tightly closed door opened.