My Gorgeous Wife is an Ex-Convict!

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.

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

hadn’t even been close to Jennifer.

focused on hating Grace at every turn,

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

Isn’t she the perpetrator who killed Jennifer? This sure is karma. I can’t

and continued to sweep up the rubbish that had fallen around the

someone’s sister, I’m afraid I would cry bitterly as I knelt down and begged for forgiveness. I can’t believe that some people would see it as not a big deal,” Annabelle

her head. She looked at the two of them and said, “I’ve already paid the price.” She held the broom in front of her, a physical

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 been tricked into

for three years over an unwarranted accusation and my

all sorts of hardships in jail and could only be a sanitation worker after being

Annabelle mocked. “You have a shit job. Big deal. You’re alive, aren’t you? While Jennifer is

only three years in prison and you think that’s

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

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