Chapter 81
I asked Antonio to come home, but I didn’t mention our divorce.
I looked at him, who had thinned, and averted my eyes quickly. “I didn’t go and pick you up last night. Where did you spend the night?”
His hands shook a little. After a moment, he replied, “In the office.”
It was hard to describe how I felt when I heard this. More disappointed than sad.
When did Antonio start lying to me?
The man who had vowed to stay truthful to me had changed. I didn’t lay bare his lie. It was pointless. “How far along is she?”
Antonio hesitated for a few seconds before answering, as if afraid to hurt. my feelings. “Almost seven months.”
Then, he went down on one knee before me, resting his head on my knees. His tears wet my skirt.
“Grace, I was wrong. Don’t leave me.” As far as I could recollect, Antonio had never cried before. Now, he sobbed.
It broke my heart. But I knew I couldn’t soften. “I wanna meet the girl.”
Amber and I met in her home. Antonio waited for me outside
Amber stroked her bump. Her eyes sparkled with expectations of the baby.
“The light was off that night. I was frightened.
“But the next morning, when I saw Mr. Kaufman lying beside me, somehow. I felt lucky.”
Amber smiled when she told me this.
She looked up at me, gentle and lovely.
“Mrs. Kaufman, my child with Mr. Kaufman will be due soon. Why don’t you just let us be together?”
When Antonio wasn’t around, this girl acted like a different person.
I was hardly surprised.
That night when I went to find Antonio, Amber had cast a glance at me behind the door. Clearly, she saw me.
She stood up slowly and opened the door to a room. It was a sweet
nursery.
“Mr. Kaufman picked everything in this room himself, and he decorated it. He wants this baby.”
Amber was showing off. She wanted me to know how much Antonio. cared about this baby. I tried to stay calm. Yet still, I got mad.
It turned out Antonio wanted this baby. It wasn’t that he didn’t care.
Out of the blue, all my strengthed to have left me. I put one hand on the table to keep my balance and accidentally knocked over a glass of water. With a clear crack, the glass shattered into pieces, just like my broken heart
Hearing the noise, Antonio came in to find me staggering. Lying on the
floor. Amber kept saying it hurt. That day, Antonio didn’t come to my rescue first. I’d never forget that.
Amber smirked triumphantly toward me. She thought she had won. When Antonio walked past me, he only hesitated for a second. In the end, he
went straight to Amber, gathered her in his arms, and took her to the hospital.