Chapter 3
Before Grace could say no, Antonio had already grabbed her hand and taken her into the car.
He stopped the car in front of a high–end club, got out, walked over to her side, and pulled open the car door for her.
She glanced at him and got out without saying a word.
The second they entered the club. Grace’s attention was immediately drawn by a familiar figure.
It was Juliet.
Juliet was wearing a white dress, her long hair draping over her shoulders. With an elegant smile, she was standing in the center of the crowd, chatting happily with a few friends of hers.
Juliet and Antonio were childhood sweethearts. Though they grew up together, in those years Antonio was with Grace, his path had never crossed with Juliet’s.
So, it never occurred to Grace that Juliet was the one Antonio loved.
At the sight of Grace and Antonio, who entered the club hand in hand, Juliet had a half–smile on her face. It seemed to suggest that Juliet knew about those 99 times of revenge.
Suddenly, Grace felt a bit suffocating.
Antonio seemed to have noticed Juliet, too. His fingers froze slightly, and then he let go of Grace’s hand.
Chapter 3
He leaned closer to Grace and whispered in her ear, “I’ll step out to make a call. Walk around. I’ll be back in a while.”
Grace stood still, looking at his retreating figure, her heart sinking.
Before she could say anything, Juliet had already followed Antonio and left gracefully.
One after another, they disappeared around the corner of the club.
Grace couldn’t follow them because soon, a few of Antonio’s friends
surrounded her.
“Grace, have a drink.” They handed her a glass of wine, grinning.
She shook her head. “I can’t hold my liquor.”
“Come on. Don’t be a killjoy. One glass won’t hurt!” They stuffed the glass into her hand and pushed her forward rudely.
She struggled, trying to leave, yet one of them suddenly gave her a push with great force.
She exclaimed.
Losing balance, she fell into a swimming pool next to her.
The cold water instantly engulfed her.
She couldn’t swim. Panicked, she flailed desperately, only to sink even deeper.
The water rushed into her nose and mouth, choking her so much that she was suffocating.
She gradually lost her consciousness. Her vision went blank, and finally,
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she passed out.
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When she woke up, she realized she was in a familiar room. Her head was so heavy, and her body was burning hot..
She struggled to open her eyes. Then she saw Antonio sitting on the edge. of the bed with a glass of water and a couple of pills.
“You have a fever. Take the pills,” he said, his deep voice carrying a tinge
of concern.
She groggily took the pills and swallowed them with water.
All she felt was that her throat was so dry, and her body was utterly weak.
Closing her eyes, she wanted to go back to sleep. However, her body started to burn even hotter. She almost wondered if she was on fire.
She didn’t know how long it had passed. As she opened her eyes again with difficulty, Antonio was nowhere to be seen.
She tried her best to sit up. Touching her forehead, she was stunned. It was burning hot.
She knew she must get to the hospital right away.
Feeling that she might pass out at any second, she finally managed to arrive at the hospital.
The doctor put her on an IV drip. After that, her fever finally subsided a bit.
After giving her a check–up, the doctor frowned. “You’re lucky you came here in time. If you had been a little later, you might have developed
pneumonia.”
Leaning against the head of the bed weakly, Grace said, her voice hoarse, “Doctor, I took pills. How come my condition got worse?”
The doctor was stunned. Then he asked, “What pills did you take?”
She took out a small bottle from her pocket and handed it to him. “Some anti–inflammatory pills. My boyfriend gave them to me.”
The doctor took the bottle, unscrewed the lid, and took a look. Then hist expression turned serious. “These aren’t anti–inflammatory pills at all. The bottle is used to contain anti–inflammatory pills, but those are just sugar pills. They won’t be of help to your fever at all. Instead, they’ll make your condition worse.”
Grace’s heart sank, and her fingertips trembled slightly.
Suddenly, her phone started to buzz non–stop.
She managed to reach out and took a look at the screen.
It was messages from Antonio’s friends.
“Yay! The 97th time of revenge is a total success!”
“Whoever came up with this is a genius. We acted as if pushing her into the water was an accident, and Antonio switched the pills. I bet she’s suffering right now.”
“Fuck! Wrong group chat, dude! Grace is in this group, too!”
