The Lies He Told Me (Grace and Antonio) novel Chapter 285

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Cindy moved in, but Mom didn't move out, for she was broke. Lucia had taken all her money, so she was stuck here.

Dad told Mom to look after Cindy, who was pregnant, and made her leave the master bedroom.

Mom ended up living in the attic.

Lucia didn't care at all. She told Dad as long as she got her share of everything, she was fine with it.

Mom started calling my name late into the night and tried to call my cell phone, but the other side thought she was nuts.

Two years and five months after I died, Mom found out Lucia had been sleeping with Hanson and started pounding on her door, demanding she come out.

She called Lucia a bitch and Hanson a jerk.

Hanson came out and pinned Mom to the ground, beating her badly, while Lucia leaned against the door, threatening Mom that if she told anyone, she'd make her pay.

Mom's eye was hit so hard that it bled.

But no one cared for her.

She went up to the attic again and opened my notebook.

"I hate everyone in this damned family, including Mom, Dad, and Lucia."

"Lucia is vile. She said my boyfriend was great and she liked him too. I told her she had no shame, and she said she would get Antonio. Antonio

promised he would love only me forever, I don't believe he would be taken by Lucia."

Mom muttered, "I hate them too."

Two years and eight months after I died, Lucia got pregnant, and she and Antonio patched things up because of the baby, but Antonio had no idea the baby wasn't his.

Mom kept her mouth shut about it, and Lucia moved out again.

Two years and ten months after I died, Lucia lost her baby. The doctors said the kidney in her body was rejecting it and she needed meds to control it.

She ended up back in the hospital.

Lucia needed money for her medical bills, but Mom was broke, and Dad refused to cough up any cash.

So she had some people come over and trash the place.

She and Dad started blaming each other and yelling.

Morn just hid in the corner and laughed.

Three years after I died, Cindy was about to give birth.

Mom was up in the attic calling my phone, saying my name over and over.

She told me she missed me.

She said she was sorry and wanted me to forgive her.

This time, she flipped to the very last page of my notebook.

I had scribbled the word "hate" lots of times.

I wrote, "I wish they were all dead."

Mom stared at that line for ages.

On the seventh day of the third year after my death, Cindy had a baby girl.

Lucia was beaming with joy, and so was Mom.

The day Cindy left the hospital, Mom cooked a bunch of dishes at home and called Lucia and Antonio to come over.

That night, everyone was there.

Mom made chicken soup and served everyone a bowl. She put a lot of effort into it, and it was really good.

After she finished, Cindy asked Mom to get her another plate.

Mom said, "It's enough. I have something to say."

Dad frowned and said, "Just do what you're told and stop complaining."

Lucia backed Mom up. "Let Mom speak. Go ahead, Mom."

She looked at Mom expectantly.

Mom had tricked her into coming home by saying she was going to sign the house over to her.

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