Chapter 147 She Doesn't Love You, Let Her Go
In the hotel, Sarah was holed up in the room with the kids.
Now that she knew Philip was out to hurt the kids, she wasn't about to let them out of her sight, scared something else might go down.
Harper was freaked out, and it took Sarah forever to get her to sleep.
Even when she was out, Harper clung to Sarah's arm like a lifeline, looking all kinds of uneasy.
Ethan was out cold too, curled up like a little ball.
The room was dead quiet, only the kids' breathing breaking the silence. After who knows how long, Sarah's phone buzzed, shattering the calm.
She glanced at it; a message from Antonio.
[Need to talk about what happened. On the balcony.]
Sarah frowned, thought it over, and decided to see what Antonio had to say.
She gently pried Harper's tiny hand off and gave her a reassuring pat before sneaking out to the balcony.
Antonio was already there, waiting.
He looked kinda gloomy, but at least he wasn't pissed.
Sarah noticed and felt a bit better, but that didn't mean she was gonna go easy on him.
"Spit it out," she said, not in the mood for chit-chat.
Antonio picked up on the cold vibe in her voice. Thinking about everything that happened today, his eyes darkened, and he looked a bit sorry. "I found out it was Philip's doing."
He paused, then added, "I didn't think he'd actually go through with it."
Honestly, Philip's actions were a major letdown.
So, he got why Sarah was so mad today and why she took it out on him.
If it were him, he'd wanna rip apart anyone who messed with his kids too.
Hearing this, Sarah looked up at Antonio, her eyes a mix of understanding and disbelief.
She hadn't expected Antonio to actually confirm it.
Sarah said, "Philip's intentions are clear, and I just wanna protect my kids. If you really feel bad, stay away from us."
Her demand was still the same.
She just wanted a divorce, to cut all ties with the Valencia family and Antonio.
Then she'd take the kids and Brady and get the hell out of this city, far away from him and all the drama.
But clearly, Antonio wasn't having it.
He stared off into the distance, his eyes soaking up all the light.
Seeing Antonio's silence, Sarah's eyes darkened, and she calmly said, "I'm not trying to fight you by asking for a divorce. I've thought it through, and I hope you can take it seriously."
Bringing up the divorce again, surprisingly, Antonio didn't blow up like before.
He didn't get mad or flat-out refuse, just stayed quiet.
A hint of self-mockery crossed Sarah's face, like she was talking to him or maybe just to herself, "Is there any point in dragging out this joke of a marriage?"
Five years ago, when she found out about his thing with Lisa, she should've just confronted them and demanded a divorce.
But back then, she was so wrecked she couldn't deal with the betrayal and just ran, leading to all the mess that followed.
Sarah's voice was soft, but Antonio caught every word.
His eyes darkened, deep and complicated, and a flicker of understanding crossed his chiseled face.
They stood a few feet apart, but their hearts were miles away.
They stayed quiet, and at some point, Harper, who had woken up, came out of the bedroom looking for Sarah and accidentally overheard the convo on the balcony.
Through a thin layer of sheer curtain, Harper stared at Sarah's back, her big eyes welling up with tears, her little mouth pouting in sadness.
Was this it? Were they really gonna split from Antonio?
That night, Antonio sat alone on the sofa.
The whole room was lit by just a floor lamp, casting dim light on his face, creating shadows. His eyes were empty, and he seemed wrapped in a gloomy aura.
The room was eerily quiet. Antonio held a wine glass, the liquid inside slightly swaying and catching the light.
He tilted his head back and downed the wine in one gulp.
Right then, his mind was full of Sarah's words.
She said their marriage was a joke.
And she was right.
If any other woman dared to betray him, he'd make her life a living hell.
But Sarah was the only exception; he couldn't bring himself to hurt her.
Even so, in her heart, he was still the bad guy.
The wine burned down his throat into his stomach, numbing his nerves, but Antonio's eyes grew even colder.
He thought back on everything that had happened, a look of pain crossing his face.
Should he really let her go?
She didn't love him; her heart had long belonged to someone else.
Antonio, why are you still holding on?
Just then, a noise from the direction of the floor-to-ceiling window snapped him out of his thoughts.
Antonio's eyes sharpened. He put down the wine glass and got up to check.
He pulled back the curtain and saw Harper on the balcony next door, trying her best to throw small stones at his window.
Seeing him appear, Harper paused and stared at him.
Antonio stood there, looking at Harper through the window.
After a brief silence, Antonio was the first to speak.
He glanced at his watch and opened the floor-to-ceiling window. "Why aren't you asleep yet?"
His voice was deep and soothing, full of gentleness, totally different from the usual cold and domineering Antonio.
Hearing his concern, Harper didn't seem happy. Instead, she hung her head low, her face full of sadness.
After a long silence, she pouted and asked, "Are you really gonna give up on Mommy?"
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