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“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
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was an emergency meeting at the office,” he explained.
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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.
Now, I realized it as a token of guilt.
Corine’s video flashed in my mind again.
Her moans, her writhing beneath him, her words echoing, “Antonio loves me.”
I didn’t know when their affair had begun.
Looked at him now, I felt like I didn’t know this man at all.
He’d been worried when I didn’t reply to his texts, setting aside his lust and his mistress to search for me.
Yet, he’d also bought a mansion for her behind my back.
I’d loved him for over a decade, only to discover I was a stranger to the real Antonio.
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My silence made him anxious.
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“Did I do something to upset you?” He reached for my hand, placing it against his cheek.
Images from the video flooded my mind. I recoiled, nausea rising in my throat. I began to vomit.
Antonio was fastidious, yet, without hesitation, he cupped his hands to catch my vomit.
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.
