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

You stay here and think about what you've done.

mom was right there, soothing her with gentle words and a soft

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

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

me a triumphant glance, as if to

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

for

the one 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

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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school years back then living in

them, and the absence of constant conflict with

brought by the absence of conflict

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

effort she put into it, she couldn't

my pace.

of our senior year started, the

parents would never come to mine, but I wanted

about it.

she would go, but she said, "Grace, you know Ashley has been struggling with her grades since her real parents passed

I never understood why they had a preference

my previous life, I had let all of it affect