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.

high and mighty now,

been a rich and entitled jerk back then and he

outside for a bit of fresh air. Greg grabbed

him a

here to protect her now.

small scar near the corner of his eye. “Your ex is untouchable… but you aren’t. And I still owe you for what he did to

eyes were glittering like this was the greatest

She walked a few

saying, “This is the document you

“Grace,

Sure, she was.

this had been better than

and was about to leave the room when Greg caught hold of her arm. “Why are you in such a hurry?

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

turned her head

face, shouting, “Ugh! Do you think you’re still Sean’s

was shouting, he took up the bottle of red wine

her body, embarrassing her.

and cringed, but no one called Greg to

Maria laughed openly.

“Grace, apologize to Greg quickly. He may forgive

found the idea ridiculous.

she was expected to apologize to Greg. No. That wasn’t

she might have to deal with being looked down

pursed her

a chance to apologize to me. Even if I raped

as the other

entirely.

She hit the ground hard and her shirt tore open,

he advanced

classmates spoke for her,

wrong with her skin?”

the accident,” Mia

making her fairer than anyone. And the scars… they weren’t from the car accident,

the scars had not faded away,

up, and though she pushed to her knees, her hand remained anchored to

was stepping on her right hand with her high heels.

apologized to Gregory,” Maria said. She looked as if she couldn’t wait to see Grace in a more

days when her finger bones had been broken inch

had been unable to defend herself and was forced to accept the

without a fight. She used all of her might to push Maria’s foot away from her

to get out of this place.

held her torn clothes around herself and ran forward. However, a strong force came from behind her, catching her by her hair and yanking her backward. She screamed, feeling hair ripped from her scalp and then she gasped as her body connected with the

me

the doors to the room remained closed and no

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

paused as he made

voice saying, “Greg, what are you trying to

That’s… Sean’s voice.

Grace shivered.

meet Sean again-let alone in

coincidence. Your ex-girlfriend is here to have a meal with me too. However, your ex-girlfriend doesn’t know what’s good for her and she has agitated me.”

replied neutrally.

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

Grace’s hair, forcing her to lift her

to face

like a chasm of grief was boiling up to swallow

Sean… Lily

her bones. Who’d stood

the mercy of Greg,

me go,” she

at Sean as if

shrugged. “We’re here for dinner,” he said. “How you choose to…entertain…yourself is up to you, Greg. I have nothing to do with her.”