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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you jealous of Ashley? You know we have family coming over, and you messed up her dress on

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

about to cry, and my mom was right there, soothing her with gentle words and a soft

only looked at me for

no, they didn't. They all left, a happy little family of four, without

leaving, Ashley shot me a triumphant

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

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

I was 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

I got was being called a “Drama Queen". Those two words were what pushed me to jump off the rooftop

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a second thought.

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school years back

of constant conflict with

brought by the absence of

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

effort she put

my pace.

year started, the school announced

was normal, every semester, and my parents would never come to mine, but I wanted

about it.

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 to her conference. You understand,

I never understood why they had a preference

let all of it affect me, and