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Three months passed.
In the cemetery, a cold wind blew mournfully.
A tombstone engraved with the name of Grace Parrish stood beside the Parrish couple’s graves.
Standing next to Grace’s tombstone was a tall, slender man whose face was paleasdeath.
Holding Grace’s phone, Antonio closed his eyes.
How he wished he were the one lying there.
It had been three months since Grace left.
Yet, he remained mired in the great pain uncontrollably.
During these days, he checked her phone again and again, forcing himself to recall those details.
Those odd details slowly came back to him. He gradually remembered all the small signs he had overlooked, including the emotion in her eyes–he used to think it was calmness, but actually, it was complete disheartenment.
She endured suffering while watching him betray her and lie to her. The thought broke his heart, suffocating him.
When she helplessly called for help in the fire, he was with another woman. Whenever he thought of this, he always couldn’t help but feel the urge to strangle himself.
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It dreaded him to think Grace left while harboring resentment
for him.
Whenever he realized this, his heart began to twitch, and the pain was unbearable.
When he proposed, he vowed that he’d love her, respect her, and protect her forever.
Yet he became the chief culprit who caused things between them to end like this.
Tears streamed down his ghastly pale cheeks.
He couldn’t help but question himself, what was he thinking? How could he let them come to this?
She was the one he had sworn to protect!
He resented himself so much. He knew very well he couldn’t stand losing Grace. He couldn’t afford the consequences at
all.
But why was he still so foolish back then?
Then he remembered.
Back then, she had a miscarriage.
It killed him, too, but he still acted strongly and showed her support, and finally, they got through it together.
Yet it became his nightmare, haunting him.
Every time he closed his eyes, the image of her crying in agony came back to him. Because of this, he was worried he might hurt her in bed. He never got intimate with her again.
Then Mylie showed up.
Stupid and shallow as she was, she satisfied his physical needs.
He vented out his lust on her without feeling guilty.
Gradually, he forgot his vows and indulged himself in physical desire.
He had always known he merely used Mylie as a tool. Grace, his wife, was the one and only for him.
He was so confident that he wouldn’t get caught. Yet he forgot that once he got caught, the consequences would be too much for him to take.
Trembling all over, he was engulfed in remorse and pain; his face turned bloodless.
He bit his fist and sobbed; finally, he couldn’t take it anymore and had a breakdown, bursting into tears uncontrollably.
He was always calm and composed, but at this precise moment, it was all gone.
He resented his past self, wishing he could go back in time and kill that stupid jerk.
How could he treat Grace like that back then? How could he be such a stupid asshole?
Yet, it was too late.
Whatever he did–harming himself, torturing himself, Ponenting. or killing himself–she wouldn’t know. She would
Then Mylie showed up.
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Stupid and shallow as she was, she satisfied his physical needs.
He vented out his lust on her without feeling guilty.
Gradually, he forgot his vows and indulged himself in physical desire.
He had always known he merely used Mylie as a tool. Grace, his wife, was the one and only for him.
He was so confident that he wouldn’t get caught. Yet he forgot that once he got caught, the consequences would be too much for him to take.
Trembling all over, he was engulfed in remorse and pain; his face turned bloodless.
He bit his fist and sobbed; finally, he couldn’t take it anymore and had a breakdown, bursting into tears uncontrollably.
He was always calm and composed, but at this precise moment, it was all gone.
He resented his past self, wishing he could go back in time and kill that stupid jerk.
How could he treat Grace like that back then? How could he be such a stupid asshole?
Yet, it was too late.
Whatever he did–harming himself, torturing himself, repenting, or killing himself–she wouldn’t know. She would never come back.
Of course, she hated him, he presumed. After all, it had been almost a hundred days and nights, yet no matter how much he begged, she never showed up in his dreams.
She didn’t want to hear what he had to say, and he didn’t even deserve a chance to repent.
She was punishing him for betraying him. It was karma.
After a long time, Antonio opened his eyes, his face ashen.
Only emptiness filled his eyes.
He was no different from a terminally ill patient, looking as if he might die in any second.
Regret, pain, and despair kept torturing him every second.
He had no idea how much longer he could hold on.
However, there was one thing he did know.
Before he was gone, he must deal with Mylie first. Or he wouldn’t dare to look Grace in the eyes.
Forcing himself to hold on, he took out his phone and made a call.
His subordinate reported to him.
“Mr. Kaufman, Ms. Sparks has been confined for three
months since she had a miscarriage.
“Over these months, she has been crying her eyes out every day. She just wants to see you.”
Antonio remained deadpan, not feeling a thing at all.
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Just as he was about to order his subordinate to get rid of Mylie, his subordinate suddenly said, “Mr. Kaufman, we’ve just got word!
“According to the investigation, something in Mrs. Kaufman’s death report is off.”
Antonio’s phone dropped to the ground as his pupils dilated.
After a while, his dull eyes lit up with ecstasy and hope.
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