The Lies He Told Me (Grace and Antonio)

Part 4:2

"Hey, stop crying. I'll get the first aid kit," Antonio said, kissing my cheek. softly.

He grumbled as he retrieved it. "You're not a child. Why are you always getting hurt? How will you survive without me?"

I stared at him, numb.

If he didn't love me, why this charade of concern?

I was exhausted by the pretense.

That night, I tossed and turned, drenched in sweat.

At daybreak, Antonio pulled me from bed.

I shoved him off, but he leaned in to kiss me.

I almost slapped him instinctively, stopping myself just in time.

He barely grazed my lips. "Awake?" he asked.

I turned away, wiping my mouth in disgust. "It's the weekend. Let me sleep."

Antonio looked at me as if I were unreasonable. "You had a fever last night. We're going to the hospital."

Despite feeling fine, I couldn't dissuade him.

In the hospital hallway, we encountered Alicia, limping on a twisted ankle.

Antonio's tenderness toward me vanished, replaced by immediate concern for her.

As if I didn't exist, he rushed to her side. "How did you get hurt?"

Alicia smiled but her eyes met mine.

"Just twisted my ankle. Small world. Are you here to see a doctor too?" she said

Antonio hesitated, then looked away from "My sis has a cold.

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She hopped forward, and without a word, Antonio scooped her into his

arms.

"I'll take you. Grace, wait here a minute."

A wave of weakness washed over me at the sight of them together.

I leaned against the wall, speechless.

Antonio didn't wait for a reply, simply carrying Alicia away.

His actions betrayed his true feelings.

He seemed oblivious to the depth of his love for her

I forced a smile and went to my own appointment.

The weakness had a cause-my temperature was 41.3 degrees Celsius.

Neglecting the burn. combined with my emotional turmoil, had led to an infection.

I needed an IV.

I instinctively reached for my phone to call Antonio, then stopped.

"What a bad habit," I thought, pushing

the phone back into my

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