Chapter 128

Isabella's face went pale—whether it was from anger or because Grace hit a nerve, no one could tell. "Grace, how can you speak like that?" Davina looked a bit embarrassed, clearly not expecting her daughter to call someone out like this in front of everyone. "What? Did I lie?" Grace crossed her arms, her voice like a blade striking air. "I've never seen a decent woman chasing after a married man like it's some kind of competition. And now that the marriage is over, she's dying to snatch his spot like it's some grand prize?" Each word from Grace had no mercy, and they landed hard like punches. Isabella's face looked blotchy, flipping between red and white like someone had spilled watercolors on her. Her hands were clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Her lips trembled with rage—she was barely holding back from lunging at Grace and tearing into her. It'd been ages since someone had humiliated her like this. But no matter how angry she got, she couldn't lay a finger on Grac