My Wife Is A Billionaire (Grace and Antonio) novel Chapter 119

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I spent two hours in the hospital, receiving IV fluids, but Antonio 

never came. 

Feeling awful, I took a cab home; my phone had died just two minutes earlier. 

Antonio hadn’t called once. 

“You blocked me,” I said, explaining the situation. 

He seemed surprised, then softened. “I got you fried chicken, your favorite.” 

The bucket showed mostly empty, clearly someone else’s leftovers. 

Thirty minutes ago, I’d seen Wendy’s Facebook post. 

There was a picture of Antonio cooking chicken, captioned, “A man who can cook is so sexy.” 

A bitter laugh escaped me. “Toss it. I’m not hungry.” 

His face darkened. “Toss it? 

“I gave the house to Wendy so her kid could study. Why did you mock her on Facebook?” 

Exhausted from the miscarriage and injury, I explained, “I was confused. The title deed she posted had our address…” 

Antonio cut me off. “You’re always playing the victim! 

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“Always upset. You always think I’m cheating!” 

I used to try to explain, but not anymore. He didn’t understand. 

I gave him a cold stare. 

He exploded, yelling. 

“Finished? Then get out,” I said calmly. 

He stormed out, slamming the door. 

Another slam followed from the living room. 

He’d gone to Wendy’s. 

Usually, I would toss and turn. 

But that night, I slept soundly. 

The next morning, I contacted a friend for a lawyer’s number, initiating divorce proceedings. 

Three days later, a travel photo surfaced, showing Antonio and Wendy, matching outfits, beaming, with his friend Steve Rowe. 

I silently liked the picture. 

Antonio contacted me promptly. 

“I’ll pick you up, take you to the beach, and show you off to my buddies. 

“You’ve been good, so this is your reward.” 

A wry smile escaped me. 

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Did he think I was his pet? 

The divorce was underway, and he was oblivious. 

Antonio picked me up, Wendy absent. 

At the beach, Steve approached. “Sorry that I didn’t invite you to my party.” 

He apologized profus. 

I waved it off. “It’s okay.“” 

“Heard you’re opening a branch in Vortexburg. Nice going,” Steve congratulated me enthusiastically. 

I grinned, “It’s just an idea.” 

Antonio stormed over, accusingly. “Vortexburg? Why wasn’t I told? Did I give you permission?”