Chapter 188
Sabrina stifled a giggle. “Grace, you’re not mad, are you?” she challenged, a glint in her eyes.
I mumbled, pressing my throbbing forehead. “I don’t care.”
An awkward silence descended.
Sabrina looked down, then, using a nail clipper, began peeling off the sticker, muttering apologies.
The scraping sound grated on my nerves. I put on headphones, but Antonio’s gaze, through the rearview mirror, was unwavering.
He then said to Sabrina, “Grace’s getting worse. Hospital.”
My condition, exacerbated by their relentless torment, had progressed to
pneumonia.
Treatment escalated from IVs to inpatient care, but Sabrina refused to
stay.
She anxiously checked her phone, seemingly bombarded with messages.
Antonio asked, “Friend’s waiting?”
Sabrina shook her head, feigning distress. “My friend wants to see us, but Grace is sick. I can’t leave her.”
Antonio comforted her, whispering assurances, tears streaming down Sabrina’s cheeks as if she were the one suffering.
My helplessness was crushing.
0.00%
10:30
Chapter188
2118 (Vouchers
I didn’t know they’d left until the nurse came to change my IV. She called for Antonio until I awoke.
Near midnight, the strong scent of alcohol alerted me.
Sabrina and Antonio, practically intertwined, were kissing in my room.
A nurse intervened, pulling them back.
My doctor scoffed, “That man kissing your husband’s friend?”
I nodded.
He looked at me in disbelief. “And you’re calm? They waltzed in like it’s a motel!”
“I can’t control them, and they mean nothing to me,” I said, forcing a
smile.
He signed, recognizing my isolation.
“Here’s my number. Call me if you need anything.”
Antonio barely visited, sending messages promising immediate arrival if I felt unwell.
But my replies never reached him because he had blocked my number and my Facebook account.
When I tried to pay my bills, my account was empty, save for only ten
dollars.
I borrowed money from the doctor.
Meanwhile, Sabrina posted photos of her and Antonio’s luxurious island
vacation.
44 07%
10.30
Chapter188
Sabrina was flaunting my bags and a swimsuit I had never worn.
And a carload of flowers–all purchased with my money.
Upon my discharge, Sabrina messaged, “When are you divorcing Antonio? Stop holding us up.”
1 Wachs
I deleted the message and called the police. “Officer, someone stole my money and bank card.”
86.24%
