Chapter 2
Right after I bought my ticket to Speynia, Antonio came back.
Seeing that I didn’t come forward with soup for his hangover, he questioned me angrily, “Grace, what the heck? Where’s the hangover soup?”
He bossed me around so matter–of–factly as if I were his maid.
But I never stayed here as the maid. I saved his life, and I had been his wife for six years already.
He came back after a celebration party of the orchestra performance, and he reeked of alcohol.
In his arms was the orchestra’s lead violinist, who was also his childhood sweetheart, Blanche.
Behind them was our daughter, Kendall Kaufman.
I was supposed to attend the party together with him. In my previous life, I questioned him why he didn’t take me with red eyes from constant crying.
He sneered mockingly and impatiently, “Only orchestra members are allowed to attend the party, or at least their family members who are either talented or knowledgeable.
“But you? You’re just an unpresentable maid. Why would I bring you? To embarrass myself?
“You’ve never stepped out of that small village your entire life, right? Have you ever seen the piano? Do you know what an instrumental music
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orchestra is?”
It seemed he had forgotten one thing. I was the reason why he could go back to Breguadale and become the respected lead pianist again.
And he was the reason why I became the object of ridicule.
“You’re Kendall’s birth mother. Other than that, you have zero connection with me. Know your place. Don’t ever overstep again.”
So, this time, I chose to ignore the three of them.
I put away my laptop and was about to go home.
However, the interface on my laptop that was filled with Speynian letters caught Antonio’s attention. He reached out to block my way and said, “What are you looking at? It’s written in Speynia. Can you even understand? You dropped out of college, OK?”
Not bothering to respond to his sarcasm, I was about to leave without saying a word!
Yet, Blanche stopped me, smiling innocently, “I drank a lot on behalf of Antonio today, and I feel so dizzy. Grace, I want mango cake. Could you please fix some?”
In my previous life, I loved Antonio so much that I insisted on bringing him lunch every day to the orchestra.
He thought I embarrassed him and left me waiting for three hours.
When no one was looking, Blanche secretly led me to the storage room and used a violin string to cut my hand with great force.
Yet, as Antonio arrived, she threw herself into his arms while crying pitifully. She said I called her his mistress out of jealousy.
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Furious, Antonio slapped me in front of everyone.
Then he announced, “My family found this bumpkin from some village and hired her to be our maid. Blanche is the only woman I wanna marry.”
To make things right for Blanche, he dragged me to his piano.
Then he slammed the piano lid on all my fingers. The immense pain was killing me.
My fingers, already cut by the violin string, turned swollen and were stained by blood, and even my bones were injured. I couldn’t use my hands for an entire month.
That was not the end of it. Antonio even said that from now on, I wasn’t allowed to set foot in the orchestra.
At the sight of my blood–stained hands, he commented “Disgusting” nonchalantly and left with Blanche in his arms.
Snapping back to reality, I stared at the ring on Blanche’s finger, which was the matching style as Antonio’s, and said coldly, “I’m allergic to mangos. Order takeout.”
Hearing this, Antonio clutched my hand with great force and pushed me to the floor. “Who gave you the nerve to say that, Grace? Do whatever Blanche tells you to do. She’s my future wife.
“Don’t forget that you live off my family. You parasite.”
My head hit the cabinet, and the pain made me dizzy.
But it was nothing compared to my heartache.
Back when we were living in the village, once, it was my birthday, and Antonio bought me a mango cake.
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I had a severe allergic reaction after eating it, and my whole body was swollen.
Antonio was utterly anxious. He carried me on his back and ran for two hours before finally arriving at the town hospital.
From then on, he promised he’d never let mangos anywhere near me, or he’d punish himself for never being able to marry me.
And now, he pretended that he had lost his memory.
But his promise somehow turned into a prophecy.
Things between us were over. Right now, Blanche was the only one he cared about. Our six years of love meant nothing to him.
“You’re so mean! Bad woman. You bully Blanche!”
A sharp pain suddenly shot through my calf.
I looked down, only to see Kendall.
She was cutting my calf with a fork she had found from somewhere.
Soon, the fork cut through my skin. Blood oozed out and streamed down my calf. Seeing this only made Kendall even more excited. She started to cut me with an even bigger force.
“You mean woman. Since you bully Blanche, I’ll punish you.”
Blanche chuckled, praising Kendall for being a brave, loyal guardian angel.
Meanwhile, Antonio observed the pained look on my face and smiled with pleasure.
I had been reluctant to leave.
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But now, Kendall’s violent, heartless behavior shattered the last shred of hope and love I had for her in my heart.
I gave birth to her in that small town hospital with outdated equipment. I didn’t take any anesthetic, and after nine excruciating hours, I finally saw her.
In my previous life, she was embarrassed by my humble background and/ forced me to take a deadly poison.
And this time, for Blanche, who wasn’t related to her by blood at all, she hurt me at will.
After hurting me as they pleased, the three came back to the master bedroom together.
Antonio and Blanche linked arms intimately, and Kendall snuggled up to them.
Only I stood in situ in the vast living room alone. At this moment, I really was no different from a maid.
Enduring the pain, I bandaged my wounds simply.
Then I came back to my room to pack up, getting ready to fly to Speynia after three days.
All my belongings were nothing but a few pieces of clothing. They were all I had after six years with Antonio.
