Chapter 18

Since that day, Mylie no longer concealed her ambition and began relentlessly harassing Grace.

She sent provocative text messages again and again.

“You know what? Every time he makes love with me, he growls my name.”

“Does he do that with you, too? Call out my name?”

“Oh no, I shouldn’t have asked that. He probably hasn’t touched you in a long time, right?”

“He says only I can make him feel satisfied. You can’t meet his needs.”

Mylie also sent a series of photos.

Some showed her belly with a tattoo of Antonio’s name, some showed hickeys on her skin, and some showed a man’s hand caressing her pregnant belly…

The most disgusting thing was that Mylie even mailed Grace a dress stained with evidence of their intimacy.

Grace sneered to dismiss all of this.

Her heart had long gone numb, so she couldn’t feel pain anymore.

In three days, Grace would finally be free of this torment.

She didn’t throw anything out of the house.

Instead, Grace developed and enlarged their wedding photo, hanging it in the most prominent spot.

She wanted Antonio to see her everywhere but couldn’t reach her.

Grace planned to stage an “accident” in which she would die because of him.

Antonio would regret everything he did, but it would be too late. He would have to live in guilt for the rest of his life.

Once everything was set, Grace stared at the calendar, lost in thought.

Antonio suddenly hugged her from behind, his face rubbing against her neck.

“Honey, what’s the significance of the date three days from now? You’ve marked it.”

Grace barely suppressed herself from pulling away, whispering, “It’s my parents‘ memorial day.”

Antonio froze, turning her to face him. “You’ve lost so much weight these past six months. Your parents will be angry with me.”

Suddenly, he changed the subject, his eyes glinting with desire, “We haven’t made out for a long time. Now that your cold is gone…”

Antonio had tried to have intimacy with Grace several times, but each time she had either been sick or on her period.

Right now, he wanted her badly.

Grace tensed up, every cell resisting, desperately searching for an excuse to refuse.

However, Antonio had already picked her up, gently placing her on the bed.

Just as Grace was about to push him away, Antonio suddenly paused, his voice trembling.

“Grace, why did you remove your tattoo?

“Didn’t we agree to carry each other’s name until we grow old?”