Chapter 32

Grace had not been expecting to come across Lily again so quickly.

Lily looked the same as when Grace had met her for the first time all those years ago.

She was tall and thin in the way only actresses could be. Her skin had a perfect glow. Meticulously applied makeup, haute couture clothes, expensive designer handbag…

She looked every bit the actress and fiancee to one of the richest men in the city.

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If not for either of those things, she was still the only daughter of the Atkinson family and a socialite in her own right.

Even then, when Lily permitted others to rip out her nails, she was still dressed exquisitely. Her expensive and branded clothes stood out in the dark prison.

She looked so radiant and glamorous, then. And now.

It was also this city socialite, highly esteemed by everyone else, who’d made it her goal to see Grace tortured and abused. There was a moment when Grace understood Lily’s plight. Jennifer, Lily’s sister, had died. But it was an accident!

close to Jennifer. They were related,

on hating Grace at every turn, even years later,

But that wasn’t the case. She deeply regretted the accident.

who this is. Isn’t she the perpetrator who killed Jennifer?

lowered her head and continued

I would cry bitterly as I knelt down and begged for forgiveness. I can’t believe that some people would see

of them and said, “I’ve already paid the price.” She held

were surveillance cameras all around the building— it was a government building-bul government officials could be bought, as she’d learned in the course of her trial and when she’d

unwarranted accusation and my lawyer license was suspended.

and could only be a sanitation worker after being

poor you,” Annabelle mocked. “You have a shit job. Big deal. You’re alive,

three years in prison and you think that’s the price?”

you want now?” Grace retorted calmly. “I’m already living the worst life possible. I have no family. No friendships. Everything I’ve worked for was taken from me. Did you come here to gloat? I can now say that I have nothing

stared at her, making a sweep from the top of Grace’s messy head to the bottom cuffs of her neon orange

dark and

They were smooth and fair, and the nails

a high-quality fountain pen

your hands have not

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