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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my arm. "Are you jealous of Ashley? You know we have family coming

and think about what you've done. Ashley, go change, and we'll

to cry, and my mom was right there, soothing her with gentle words and a soft touch. I used to feel that warmth, but it was a distant memory from another

looked a little closer, only looked at me

no, they didn't. They all left, a happy little family

me a triumphant glance, as

didn't take much longer than two weeks for my mom's Instagram to become a chronicle of Ashley's adventures with our family, showcasing their delicious

cake once, but it was only for her, and they didn't even share a slice of

the one who'd been forgotten. Before I died in my previous life, I posted something

got was being called a “Drama Queen". Those two

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a second thought.

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whole high school years back then living in

the absence of constant conflict with Ashley allowed

by the absence of conflict with Ashley had a profound impact on

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

matter how much effort she

my pace.

second semester of our senior year started, the school

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

about it.

thought she would go, but she said, "Grace, you know Ashley has been struggling with her grades since her real parents passed away. We've already promised to go

didn't. I never understood why they had a preference for

previous life, I had let all of it affect me, and