The Lies He Told Me (Grace and Antonio) novel Chapter 52

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Antonio had long forgotten how he had endured those days filled with pain, with no one to turn to for support… He simply couldn’t bear to go. through that again!

Yet, Alison’s gaze remained as cold and indifferent as ever.

It was as if she had truly completely let go, with not even the slightest. lingering affection…

The very thought of this made Antonio catch his breath in a choke, and a sudden sharp pain shot through his heart.

He stumbled involuntarily as if the world was spinning out of control around him.

With great effort, he tried to steady himself, then, trembling, he dropped to his knees once more.

He hoped that this undignified act might evoke a sliver of pity in Alison, perhaps making her change her mind, if only a little.

At this moment, passers–by came to a halt to look at them.

Everyone recognized him as Antonio, the president of the A&G Group.

The gazes directed at him varied: some were filled with curiosity, some with contempt, some were just watching the show, and others were mocking.

But without hesitation, they all whipped out their apps and began live-

streaming the scene.

Alison, exhausted, forcefully tugged her hand free.

She cast one final glance at him, then turned around and walked away with determination.

Antonio instantly became desperate. In a panic, he reached out his hand, but he couldn’t even manage to grasp the hem of her clothes.

All he could do was sob, his body trembling violently, and he was so overcome that he couldn’t even utter a word. With despair in his eyes, he could only watch her retreating figure and shake his head frantically.

Finally, he collapsed to the ground.

That day, Alison and Javon went back to Caumar together.

Meanwhile, in Astonburg, there was a shocking piece of news: Antonio, heartbroken by love, had driven his car into the sea to kill himself.

Five years later.

The wind chimes at the entrance of the flower shop tinkled softly as the gentle breeze blew through, creating a series of crisp notes.

A customer stood at the counter, and he turned to the lady intently pruning the flowers for the third time. Then he curiously asked the clerk in front of him, who was busy packing a bouquet for him, “Excuse me, is that lovely lady one of your employees?”

The clerk, accustomed to such inquiries, replied with a warm smile, “She’s the owner of this shop, my boss.”

Chapter 52

Just as the customer was still hesitating whether it would be

inappropriate to ask further, a tall and handsome young man entered the shop.

His initially slightly cool gaze rested on the lady immediately, and then it gradually softened into a tender expression.

He simply remained patiently to one side, watching quietly, the corners of his mouth curving up slightly, without making a sound to disrupt her.

After a while, the lady noticed the arrival of the man. She looked at him, smiled, ceased her work, tidied herself up, and then took the man’s hand affectionately. They walked out together.

It was only when the well–matched couple vanished from sight that the customer who had bought the flowers finally snapped out of his daze.

The clerk, as if she could read his mind, blinked and gave him a mischievous smile, saying in a foreign language, “What a beautiful couple, right?”

Meanwhile, on the other side of the globe.

In a courtyard filled with lily trees, a man in a wheelchair was jolted awake from a tormenting nightmare.

He gasped for breath, his forehead beaded with cold sweat. He stared blankly around, disoriented.

After a long time, the searing pain in his heart began to subside.

However, his eyes once again grew vacant and listless.

He had long lost count of how many times he had had this dream.

Time and time again, he found himself reliving the past, as if caught in an endless loop.

Each time, he was like a helpless onlooker, desperately attempting to alter the past. In his dreams, he would howl in agony at his former self.

“Push that woman away! Resist all temptations and go back to your beloved wife!”

Yet, without fail, in each dream, he would make the same tragic mistakes, repeating the wrong choices over and over.

Then, he would wake up from the throbbing pain, feeling empty, numb, and with tears streaming down his face.

Time and again, stubbornly, he would continue to have this dream.

The cycle kept repeating.

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