Divorcing my billionaire husband (Antonio and Grace)

Chapter 66

They were always telling me that, if I played nice with Ashley, things would go easier for me.

But here was the thing. Ashley's parents were gone, and mine were still around, but they chose to ignore me over her. So, what made my life any different from an orphan?

It was Christmas. I was in the kitchen filling up a pot with water when Ashley strutted in, all dressed up in her newest dress. "Grace, do you think this dress looks good on me?"

I ignored her and tried to move past her.

But she wasn't having it. She latched onto my arm from behind. "I'm waiting for an answer." I frowned, trying to pull

away.

She grabbed my other hand, splashed herself with the hot water, and then let out a scream. "Please no Grace!"

"What are you doing?!" I asked her.

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"Who do you think Mom's going to believe, you or me?" Ashley smirked, and right on cue, my mom walked in and saw the whole thing, just the way Ashley had set it up.

"Grace, if you've got an issue, you come to me," my mom said, her voice heavy with disappointment. "Why would you do this to Ashley?"

Ashley was all teary-eyed, playing the victim. "Mom, please don't be mad at Grace. It's my fault."

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brother yanked my arm. "Are you jealous of Ashley? You know we have

a storm cloud. "Grace, you're grounded. You stay here and think about what you've done. Ashley, go change, and we'll all head out for

she was about to cry, and my mom was right there, soothing her with gentle words and a soft touch. I used to

at me for a moment, they might have seen the

They all left, a happy

leaving, Ashley shot me a triumphant glance, as if to say, 'Grace, I've won

two weeks for my mom's Instagram to become a

brother even brought a cake once, but it was only for her,

I died in my previous life, I posted something on Instagram too. "If you don't love me, why did you

was being called a “Drama Queen". Those two words were what pushed me to jump off the

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a second thought.

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high school years back then living

life, I avoided all of them, and the absence of constant conflict with Ashley allowed a significant shift in

tension and frustration brought by the absence of conflict with Ashley had a profound impact

more refreshed and energized each morning.I was able to focus more on my studies and witness great

matter how much effort she put into it,

my pace.

of our senior year started,

semester, and my parents would never come to mine, but I wanted to be optimistic, so I told my

about it.

know Ashley has been struggling with her grades since her

No, I didn't. I never understood why

all of it affect me, and my