Chapter 17
Amber gave birth to a 4 kg boy. Antonio had a son. At that moment, I was on the plane, deep in thought.
My mind drifted to the past when Antonio and I just got together.
That year, my family told me my grandpa was sick and needed his medication.
They didn’t have money. If I didn’t give them any, my grandpa wouldn’t get treatment.
I gave all my savings to them. I didn’t even have money for a meal. Before the payday came, I had bread for a month.
Later, Antonio heard about it.
Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he had never worried about
money.
With red eyes, he asked in a husky voice, “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Before I could reply, he held me tightly. Concern was plain in his tone. when he spoke again. “Are you forgetting? You have me.”
That day, for the first time in over twenty years of my life, I had someone to rely on. In the five years we were married, Antonio never let me down.
After my grandpa passed away, he kept the leeches in my family out of my life.
Was Antonio good to me?
Yes. very.
At least, before Amber happened. he had been a wonderful husband.
However, just because a couple loved each other didn’t mean they’d grow old together.
Even if I had stayed, that baby would leave a scar in my heart. Over time. the wound would rot.
I wanted to keep the beautiful moments of our love.
The plane landed. I looked up at the blue sky.
From this day on, he and I would be out of each other’s lives.
