My Gorgeous Wife is an Ex-Convict

Chapter 17

After the inspection from the Urban Management Bureau ended, Mia told Grace. “We’re having a reunion with our high school classmates this weekend. Come and join us.”

“A gathering?” Grace laughed. Given her current condition, she would be mocked if she were to go. No doubt, that was exactly what Mia intended. “You’re so kind to think of me,” she said.

“But, no. I’m not free, and I won’t be going.”

“Oh come on, Grace. These events are impossible to pull together. It’s a rarity. What is it you’re busy with? Come and join us!” Mia tried to persuade her.

Did Mia think that Grace was born yesterday?

This woman had been rude, spiteful, and petty. She could just imagine how a ‘reunion’ would play out-with Mia, no doubt, telling everyone how Grace, former beauty and valedictorian, lost it all, went to jail, and was currently working in Sanitation.

Nope. Not happening.

“I need to work over the weekend. Do you really think that weekends would be rest days for me given the scope of my job?” Grace asked.

Mia was speechless when she heard that. Indeed, she had forgotten.

“However…”

“I’m clearing the rubbish. Let’s talk another time.” Before Mia could finish her statement, Grace turned to leave.

She was not stupid. And, seriously, Mia was so obvious.

It’s okay. You’re okay.

Tomorrow is a new day.

Grace repeated her mantra and pushed the negative thoughts from her mind. She couldn’t control the mean or shallow people around her, but she could control herself. And she could choose to meet experience with positivity.

Two days later, the Vice Director instructed her to send a document over to someone from the Urban Management Bureau, only problem was it was the weekend, and the Management Bureau representatives were at a country club luncheon.

Ordinary sanitation workers were not allowed to enter such a place, and more than one employee at the prestigious club tried to intercept her as she entered the lobby.

Grace caught the odd stares of other wealthy people, their looks saying clearly, ‘what is SHE doing in here!?’ Like she was some other species or something.

Grace had been to this particular club many times before for

dinners and charity events. Sean belonged to this particular country club.

One of the staff nodded to her. “We’re expecting you,” he said.

“Follow me.”

“Sure.”

The sooner she could hand off this paperwork, the better.

Then she could leave.

The staff member led her down one hallway and into another. Then he opened the door to a ballroom. Many people were inside.

When Grace stepped in, she heard a familiar voice, saying, “Look who’s here!”

Grace saw Mia Jenkins, Maria, and some of her high school classmates.

“There you are, Grace!” Mia called out loudly.

Grace knew immediately that Mia had deliberately made this arrangement. As she was from the Urban Management Bureau, the supervisors would be eager to get on her good side. As long as Mia wanted a document and specified the person she wanted to bring it to her, the Vice Director would accede to her request.

“See! I didn’t lie to you. The prettiest girl in our class has become a sanitation worker!” Maria said, looking snobbish.

Grace’s uniform completely stood out from the classy attire of the rest of the people in the private room.

“Is this our beautiful super scholar? You were imprisoned for three years and I almost couldn’t recognize you.” Greg looked down his long nose at her. “Aw, what’s wrong, Sean didn’t want to dote on you anymore after you killed his sister?”

Between the mention of Sean, the horrible accident that ended Jennifer’s life, and seeing this man in front of her, Grace froze.

The pain of so many memories slammed into her like a flood.

“You’re not so high and mighty now, are you?”

Greg had been a rich and entitled jerk

Greg grabbed her arm and

him a lesson that

here

untouchable… but you aren’t. And I still owe you for what he did

Maria’s eyes were glittering like this was the greatest show they’d ever seen.

few feet over to Mia and

paperwork over to her, saying, “This is the document you asked

the document, she said, “Grace,

Sure, she was.

the way Mia grinned, this had been better than

room when Greg caught hold of her arm. “Why

red wine and put it to Grace’s lips. “Come on, drink up. Back then, you were convicted of driving under

She turned her head and pushed him away.

tight slap in the face, shouting, “Ugh! Do

Greg was shouting, he took up the bottle of red

wine soaked her

gave her. They shook their heads and cringed, but no one called Greg to stop. No one tried to help

Maria laughed openly.

apologize to Greg quickly.

found the idea

expected to apologize to

with being looked down upon for the rest of her life, but

her lips. “No.”

only became more infuriated. “Grace, do you think that you’re still Sean’s girlfriend? I’m giving you a chance to apologize to me. Even if I raped you

bell sounded, signaling the meal, and Grace was horrified as the other

entirely.

the shirtfront and sent her flying. She hit the ground hard and her shirt tore open,

screamed as he

of her classmates spoke for her, let

her

accident,”

exposed to any sunlight during her three years of imprisonment, making her fairer than anyone. And the scars… they weren’t from the

the scars had not faded away, and

stand up, and though she pushed to her knees, her hand remained anchored to the ground. What the-

stepping on her right

Maria said. She looked as if she couldn’t wait to see Grace in a more pathetic state as she twisted her heel and stepped

days when her finger bones had been broken inch by

defend herself and was forced to

going down without a fight. She used all of her might to push Maria’s

out of this place. She had

behind her, catching her by her hair and yanking her backward. She

Leave me

the room remained closed and no one came to help her.

held in her hair. “Are you trying to run away? Don’t you know that my family is one of the shareholders of

paused as he made that

later, Grace heard a familiar voice saying,

froze-instantly. That’s…

Grace shivered.

again-let alone in such a sorry stale

a meal with me too. However, your ex-girlfriend

replied

the scar near his brow. “I’m thinking I owe

hair, forcing her

face Sean.

a chasm of grief was boiling up to swallow

Sean… Lily Atkinson.

her bones. Who’d stood beside him and goaded him

being at the mercy of Greg, was like

me go,”

as if

“How you choose to…entertain…yourself is up to you, Greg. I have nothing to do with