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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jealous of Ashley? You know we have family coming over,

you're grounded. You stay here and think about what you've done. Ashley, go change, and we'll all head

right there, soothing her with gentle words and a soft touch. I used to feel that warmth, but it was

at me for a moment, they might have seen the burn in my

didn't. They all left, a happy little

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

much longer than two weeks for my mom's Instagram to become a chronicle of Ashley's

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

Before I died in my previous life,

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

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a second thought.

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school years back then living in

of them, and the absence of constant conflict

absence of conflict

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

effort she put into

my pace.

senior year started, the school announced a

semester, and my parents would never come to

about it.

been struggling with her grades

I never understood why

had let all of it affect me,