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Playboy Billionaire Chapter 1 My husband Antonio Kaufman promised me that once his first love Joselyn Hardin recovered from her depression, he would move back home. However, when the day finally came, he gave me another reason. Later, I saw him kissing Joselyn. Eventually, I stopped trying to use my tears to hold him back from going to her. I had already had a lawyer file a divorce, and now we were on the verge of it. My husband Antonio Kaufman had promised me a wedding once Joselyn Hardin's depression was cured. One day, I found Joselyn's discharge papers at home, I confronted Antonio, "Now that her depression is cured, can you come home?" Antonio froze, and then his expression turned cold. "Joselyn still needs further treatment, so I need two more years of care for her." My heart shattered, not by the excuse itself, but by the endless string of broken promises. Three years married, a wedding promised after I became pregnant. But now, nearing my due date, still no wedding. Antonio seemed to recall I was carrying his baby. He stroked my belly and said, "I've already started preparing it." I noded, planning to serve him divorce papers on our supposed wedding day. The next day, at the prenatal check-up, and there, I ran into Antonio supporting a seemingly fragile Joselyn. Seeing me, Antonio immediately frowned. "What are you doing here? Making things difficult for Joselyn again?" He looked at me warily, his gaze extremely cold. Joselyn clinging to his arm, apologized,"Grace, please don't be mad. He's just too worried about me." She then feigned concern for my baby, "Why did you come to the hospital? Is there anything wrong with the baby?" Before I could respond, Antonio hurriedly comforted Joselyn, "Of course not. She must've overeaten and felt stomached." I instinctively caressed my belly, feeling heartbroken. The emptiness a stark reminder of the child we’d already lost. Antonio, blinded by his concern for Joselyn, remained oblivious, never inquiring about my health or the check-up results. A visit to my ward would revealed the truth but his focus remained elsewhere. I offered a bitter smile and left, alone with my grief. Ever since Joselyn returned, Antonio’s absences had become frequent. He always told me, "Joselyn has always been sensitive since she was a kid. She's sick now, so I have to be with her all the time. "Don't worry, I just don't want her to commit suicide. We're just friends." He’d moved into her apartment, acting more like her husband than mine. He promised to return once Joselyn recovered. This latest excuse, two more years, was simply another postponement in a series of lies. Later, I went to the hospital to confront Antonio, determining to finalize the divorce. However, I witnessed him kissing Joselyn. The sight of my husband kissing another woman was devastating. "What are you doing?" I asked in a daze as I approached. Antonio immediately pushed Joselyn away, his face a mask of panic. "Grace, why did you come back?" Before I could speak, Joselyn interrupted, "I kissed him first. This has nothing to do with him. "Antonio, just leave me alone, and don't come to see me again." As she ran away, a passing car clipped her, sending her tumbling on the ground. Antonio rushed to her side, shoving me aside in his haste I fell heavily, a sharp pain radiating through my abdomen. I had just had a miscarriage surgery, and my body was aching all over. "Antonio!" I called out to him. Antonio, ignoring my cries of pain, accused me, "Grace Parrish, why did you have to provoke her? "Stay away from Joselyn!" After saying that, he carried her into the hospital. And I was left on the ground until a kind stranger came to my aid. I awoke in the hospital to the devastating news that my baby was gone. Tears streamed down my face as I replayed Antonio’s callous aabandonment. "Antonio, you win. I won't come anywhere near you two ever again," I murmured.