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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Ashley? You know we have family coming over, and you messed

you're grounded. You stay here and think about what

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

a little closer, only looked at me for a moment, they might

they didn't. They all left, a happy little family of four, without

triumphant glance,

much longer than two weeks for my mom's Instagram to become a chronicle of Ashley's adventures with our family, showcasing their delicious meals

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

who'd been forgotten. Before I died in my previous life, I posted something on Instagram too. "If you don't love me, why did you even

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

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school years back then living in that

the absence of

by the absence of conflict with

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

how much effort she put into it,

my pace.

the second semester of our senior year started, the school announced

never come to mine, but I wanted

about it.

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

No, I didn't. I never understood why they had a preference for her

all