Divorcing my billionaire husband (Antonio and Grace)

Chapter 67

The parent-teacher day came around.

Seeing my classmates with their parents, I felt a growing resentment toward Ashley. I often found myself wondering, who was the real child here, her or me?

No answers came my way.

I got the seat closest to the teacher's podium.

Parents streamed in, and it seemed like everyone was staring

at me.

The whispers started, "Her parents are around, but why show up for one kid's conference and skip the other's?"

"What kind of parents play favorites like that?"

The headteacher walked in last, and the empty seat next to me didn't escape her notice.

In my previous life, I sat there in the corner. Feeling all those eyes on me, I couldn't take it and rushed out in a huff.

But this time, I didn't dodge the glances. "Sorry, my folks can't make it," I told the teacher, who understood my situation and gave me a sympathetic nod.

After the conference, I packed it up and headed home, the same as always.

school gate, I saw them. It was like my feet

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glued to the spot.

mom, wiping Ashley's forehead, my dad carrying her

who'd rushed over from college, offering

could barely remember what they

for a second, that they'd turn around and see me, their

was always

they never

new car. I instinctively checked

felt a pang of

until seven o'clock in the

I hit my usual burger joint. That was

you been? It's not the end of the world because of a stupid

lost. "Grace, did I say something wrong? Don't be

watery. "I'm sorry, Grace. I didn't mean to take your parents from you. I'm almost eighteen. I can leave and

chimed in, "We're not going to miss you if

Ashley, you're staying put, got

was

hung up,

in the living room, gunning for me with

was a sliver of cake left. My brother, right in front of me, gave it to Ashley. My mom started,

I'm not into sweets anymore,"