Chapter20
Back home, Antonio gave me an explanation. “I got drunk the other night. We hit it off and hooked up right away. The doctor said if Amber had an abortion, most likely she wouldn’t have another child again.”
I felt exhausted. Sitting on the bed, I remained silent.
Antonio smoked the whole evening on the balcony of my room.
He was torturing himself to make me feel bad for him.
He always knew where my soft spot was.
It was dawn. Antonio turned around, walked into the room, and came to
me.
“Hungry? What do you wanna cat? I’ll cook.”
I called to him, my voice hoarse.
“Antonio, we need to talk.”
Antonio paused in his tracks, but he pretended he didn’t hear me and left the room.
He knew I couldn’t stand betrayal, mental or physical.
I told him that when he proposed.
I wanted faithful love.
If he had an affair, I wouldn’t forgive him.
So, he kept it from me.
Unexpectedly, the girl he had a one–night–stand with got pregnant.
Due to her special constitution, she had to keep this baby.
Then, this thing happened today.
Antonio didn’t return to my room. He couldn’t bear to hear what I was
gonna say.
I knew he had truly loved me.
If he hadn’t, we wouldn’t have gotten married.
If he hadn’t, he wouldn’t have tolerated my bad temper.
For the following week, Antonio never came home.
Our houseworker told me he asked about me every day.
She also hoped I could forgive him.
She said, “You two are the deepest–in–love couple I’ve ever seen. What problem is so hard to solve? You two have spent five years together. It’s the most precious.”
The houseworker had worked for us for five years.
She had never seen Antonio and me having an argument.
At first, Antonio’s mom didn’t like me.
After we got married, she gradually accepted me.
My phone rang. It was Antonio’s number. “Grace, I’m a friend of Antonio’s. He got drunk at a party. Will you come and get him?”
“I’m busy!” I hung up. A fit of sadness seized my heart.
40
I remembered how the back of Antonio’s figure looked when he left. He seemed exhausted.
I put on my jacket. Before I knew it. I’d come to the party venue.
The door to the villa was open.
I stood at the door and didn’t go in.
Antonio was indeed drunk, sprawling against the couch in an ungainly
way.
In front of him stood a pregnant girl.