Can’t Find Me Again Novel – The day my boyfriend, Antonio Kaufman, got engaged to someone else, he had me arrested. He sent a few thugs to harass me, and I ended up getting taken to the police station along with them. It was dark when Antonio and I got home after the statement.
Just as I walked in, someone asked where I had been. Antonio chuckled and said, “I was afraid she might ruin my engagement party, so I had her sent to the police station.” I stood at the doorway, my vision blurred by tears. It was time to let go, I told myself.
I blacklisted all of Antonio’s contact information and boarded a flight abroad. That night, when he realized he couldn’t find me, the always mild-tempered Antonio lost control for the first time. His bloodshot eyes flickered with disbelief as he murmured, “She must be mad at me, throwing a tantrum out of jealousy.
She’ll be back once she calms down. She has to be.” What he didn’t know was that this wasn’t just a tantrum. I was done with him. It was already dark when I finished giving my statement at the police station. It was the day Antonio was getting engaged. I panicked, a crash happened when I turned the car around.
The other driver refused to let it go, dragging things out until now. Antonio’s phone had been unreachable the entire time. His posts on Instagram were all photos of him with his fiancée. Each picture, each moment, felt like a dagger to my heart. Anger consumed me. The frustration and humiliation that had been building up all day threatened to explode.
Without a second thought, I hailed a cab and went straight to his place. The door was ajar. A clamor came from inside. Sometimes, Antonio brought friends home to drink or watch games. I wasn’t planning to eavesdrop, but the moment I heard them mention my name, I froze. “Honestly, we all thought you’d end up with Grace. You two grew up together, and she’s gorgeous.
But man, she’s got a hell of a temper,” Antonio’s friend Gavin Poulin commented. “She’s spoiled. She’s been throwing tantrums for years now. Does she ever get tired of it?” Antonio was sprawled on the couch, glancing at his watch. Impatience flickered across his handsome face.