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He turned to glance at Grace.
“Grace is the most understanding person. She’ll get it. Am I
right, Grace?”
Grace smiled silently again. Yeah, she had always been the
understanding one, taking care of his ailing mother and
disciplining his rebellious sister. And now, without a single
complaint, she was returning him to Keyla.
“There’s nothing wrong with helping them. I’m not upset.
Antonio, I have something to do, so I’ll be leaving now.”
Not waiting for Antonio’s response, Grace turned away. She felt
like a thief who had stolen three years of someone else’s
happiness. Now, it was time to return it, though her heart was
broken.
Grace went to the wedding house in the south district to grab
her things. She hesitated at the door for a long time before
finally unlocking it. Inside, everything looked the same as
before, but it also felt like everything had changed. A faint floral
scent lingered in the air. It was the same scent Keyla had carried
earlier that morning.
Walking into their bedroom, Grace saw unfamiliar skincare
products on the vanity. A framed photo of Antonio and Keyla sat
on the bedside table. The wardrobe held Antonio’s clothes
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alongside another woman’s. The bathroom counters were lined
with couple’s toiletries that weren’t hers. Looking around, Grace
realized there was nothing of hers left there. She leaned against
the doorframe of the living room, trying to recall memories of this place, only to find her mind blank. A sharp pain came from
her belly, reminding her that she had just had an abortion. The
cold floor beneath her felt just as icy as her heart.
In the end, Grace found a few pieces of her clothing. On her way
downstairs, she tossed them into the trash bin and laughed
bitterly. She needn’t have come to clean up, because Antonio
would have thrown everything away himself. This house was
always meant for Keyla, so he wouldn’t keep anything of her
things here.
