Chapter 6
The room was cloaked in heavy curtains, drowning everything in darkness as Grace curled into a tight ball.
Fragments of memories flickered in her mind, scattered and unreachable.
“Clang.”
The maid carelessly tossed the tray onto the floor, spilling soup everywhere.
“Eat.”
She ordered, her tone dripping with arrogance, clearly relishing the chance to humiliate Grace.
Grace didn’t lift her head, her face dull and lifeless.
The maid shot her a disdainful look.
“Still acting like you’re the lady of the house? Miss Yesenia has moved in. You’ll be kicked out soon enough.”
“Don’t eat then. No one cares.”
Grace looked at the maid who had been respectful to her before. Now, seeing her true colors was both laughable and pitiful.
Antonio hadn’t even left her a shred of dignity.
She wondered, had she been too greedy?
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All she’d wanted was to fulfill her grandmother and Talia’s last wishes. But her efforts had backfired. She couldn’t even protect their ashes.
The sharp click of high heels echoed closer and closer until Yesenia appeared in the doorway.
She wore a flowing red dress, every curve accentuated to perfection.
“Grace, look at my dress. Should I give you one too?”
Before Grace could respond, Yesenia covered her mouth in feigned surprise.
“Oh dear, I forgot. Your family just passed away.”
“What a tragedy.”
“Your families died in such a gruesome way. Where was Antonio then?”
She tapped her chin as if pondering.
“Ah, that’s right. He was warming my bed.”
The words stabbed into Grace’s heart like a dull knife.
She thought she’d run out of tears, out of pain. But each word flayed her soul anew.
Her eyes burned red as she finally looked up, her voice raw and broken.
“Yesenia, don’t you fear karma?”
“You wanted Antonio? Fine, he’s yours. But why did you have
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to hurt Talia?”
A cold gleam flickered in Yesenia’s eyes, dark and unyielding.
“What a joke. You gave him to me?”
“All I have to do is crook my finger, and Antonio will tear his heart out for me.”
“And as for your daughter…”
She idly examined her perfectly manicured nails.
“She was just a bastard. She was an eyesore, that’s all.”
Eyesore?
A long–buried rage surged, flooding her veins with newfound strength.
In a flash, she lunged at Yesenia, her hands tightening mercilessly around her throat.
“Bitch! Go to hell and pay for it!”
“Grace, have you lost your mind? Let go of Yesenia!”
A pair of strong arms pried Grace’s fingers away with brutal force, throwing her to the ground.
It was Antonio’s bodyguard.
Antonio rushed to Yesenia, his face etched with worry as he inspected the red marks on her neck.
Yesenia coughed softly, tears brimming in her eyes.
“Antonio, I was just worried Grace would get sick from being
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cooped up alone. I wanted to keep her company.”
“But she-”
She left the rest unsaid, the silence heavy with implication.
Antonio’s dark eyes burned with fury as he turned to Grace.
“Grace, you have everything you could want. Why are you making Yesenia’s life difficult?”
“Why can’t you just behave for a few days?”
His accusations echoed in the room, but Grace only lay there, her laughter sharp and bitter.
“Everything?”
“Do you mean the empty house? The husband who loves someone else and is never home?”
“Or maybe the ashes of the two people who loved me more than anything in this world?”
Her raw, piercing words made Antonio falter.
He rubbed his temples, steadying himself before his voice softened slightly.
“Grace, I’ve told you a thousand times that Yesenia saved my life. I owe her.”
“And as for your grandmother and Talia, stop lying to me. Yesenia has made sure they’re being taken care of.”
“She’s done more for them than you ever did.”
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A wave of exhaustion washed over Grace, seeping into her bones.
What was she even fighting for anymore?
Antonio could uncover the truth of her grandmother and Talia’s deaths with the slightest effort.
The house was filled with cameras. He could easily see how Yesenia had provoked her and framed her.
But he did nothing. He would always believe and protect Yesenia without question.
It was her mistake.
Her love, her very existence, had never mattered to Antonio at
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