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 mom was right there, soothing her with gentle words and a soft touch. I used to feel

had just looked a little closer, only looked at me for a moment, they might have seen the burn in my

They all left, a happy little family of four, without even looking

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

become a chronicle of Ashley's adventures with our family, showcasing their delicious meals and

brother even brought a cake once, but it was only for her, and they didn't even

been forgotten. Before I died in my previous life, I posted something on Instagram too.

being called a “Drama Queen". Those two

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school years

avoided all of them, and the absence of constant conflict with Ashley allowed

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

focus more on my studies and witness great improvements, while Ashley remained stuck in a cycle of average

she put into it, she couldn't

my pace.

the second semester of our senior year

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

about it.

her grades since her real parents passed away. We've already promised to go to her conference. You understand,

understand? No, I didn't. I never understood why they had a

had let all of it affect me, and my