I spent two hours in the hospital. receiving IV fluids, but Antonio never came.


    Feeling awful. I took a cab home; my phone had died just two minutes earlier.


    Antonio hadn''t called once.


    "You blocked me," I said, exining the situation.


    He seemed surprised, then softened. "I got you fried chicken, your favorite."


    The bucket showed mostly empty, clearly someone else''s leftovers.


    Thirty minutes ago, I''d seen Wendy''s Facebook post.


    There was a picture of Antonio cooking chicken, captioned, "A man who can cook is so sexy."


    A bitterugh escaped me. "Toss it. I''m not hungry."


    His face darkened. "Toss it?


    "I gave the house to Wendy so her kid could study. Why did you mock her on Facebook?"


    Exhausted from the miscarriage and injury,


    I exined, "I was confused. The title deed she posted had our address..."


    Antonio cut me oll. "You''re always ying the victim!


    "Always upset. You always think I''m cheating!"


    Antonio picked me up. Wendy absent.


    At the beach, Steve approached. "Sorry that I didn''t invite you to my party,"


    He apologized profusely.


    I waved it off. "It''s okay."


    "Heard youre opening a branch in


    Vortexburg. Nice going,"


    congratted me enthusiast el


    Gontent


    I grinned. "It''s just an idea."


    Antonio


    over, usingly.e


    "Vote why wasn''t I told? Did I


    give you permission?"  w


    The air froze.


    "Answer me!" he demanded.


    The guys started grilling.


    Antonio sat beside me, anxiety


    etched


    have a


    on his face. "Wendy and


    Once her kid grad


    she''ll return the house."


    "It''s my house, and I don''t owe you an exnation," he added defensively.


    "Got it." I replied calmly.


    Then, a familiar and attractive figure approached, and my smile vanished.


    A man, clearly close to Steve and Antonio, announced,


    "Antonio, your girlfriend''s here!"


    A collective gasp went through the group