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.

I saw them. It

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glued to the spot.

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

who'd rushed over from college,

barely remember

a second, that they'd turn around and see

was always

they never

their shiny new car. I instinctively checked my phone, only to find nothing. No calls, no

a pang of

waited until seven o'clock in the evening,

I hit my usual burger joint. That was when my dad

snapped, "Where the hell have you been? It's not the end of the world because of

the phone, sounding lost. "Grace, did I say something wrong? Don't be upset with me.

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

"We're not going to

come back. Ashley, you're staying put,

call was so

barely touched my burger when I hung up, telling them

in the living room, gunning

in front of me, gave

big deal. I'm not into sweets anymore,"