The Lies He Told Me (Grace and Antonio) novel Chapter 1

Chapter 1 The Fake Death Plan 

Every time my rich husband, Antonio Kaufman, tried a new pose with his secretary, I texted him a number. 

He once asked me what it meant, and I joked, “I’m keeping score every time you lie to me. 

“When it hits ten, I’m done with you.” 

I booked a fake death service while sending number nine to him. 

Soon, the number reached ten. I had a big surprise ready for Antonio. 

In this world, love wouldn’t happen for no reason. 

But hate? That was usually because someone did something wrong. 

“Ms. Parrish, our service isn’t a joke. It’s for real,” the boss of the fake death service said with a straight face. 

“You’ll disappear completely, no trace online or in real life. You’ll be off the grid.” 

She was a fan of mine, not for my acting, but for my violin playing. 

“If you’re good with this, please sign here.” 

I glanced over the details. 

The place was some island, and the date was in a week–my third wedding anniversary with Antonio. 

All seemed okay to me. I smiled, picked up the pen, and was about to sign. 

The boss couldn’t help but remind me again, “Ms. Parrish, please think again. Mr. Kaufman loves you so much. If you disappear like this, it’ll kill him!” 

Ugh, another one who shipped us! 

There were tons of people everywhere who thought Antonio and I were the perfect match. 

I looked up. 

My eyes landed on the large ad screen of the skyscraper across the street. 

Through the light rain, the screen was showing our wedding from three years ago, over and over again. 

The CEO of the country’s biggest internet company, Antonio Kaufman, married a genius violinist, Grace Parrish. 

I was in a white dress, its hem sprinkled with many blue diamonds, twinkling like a river of stars. 

Antonio stood at the end of the runway. He was smiling softly and looking at me with tears in his eyes. 

Just like the past few days, the messages kept coming, one after another. 

“Mr. Kaufman was with me the whole afternoon.” 

left you a little mark. Make sure to check it carefully later.” 

My phone buzzed again. It was Antonio. 

“Grace, I’m here to get you. Where are you?” 

Downstairs, Antonio got out of his car and opened his umbrella. He was tall and wore fancy handmade leather shoes that squished in the puddles. 

He looked up. 

I knew he couldn’t see me. 

From the 41st floor, the city looked like a twinkling sea of lights, and everyone below was as tiny as ants. 

“No need. Wait for me downstairs. I’ll be right there.” 

My voice sounded happy, like the fake death plan I just signed up for was a silly dream.