All Chapters of You Beg for Another Chance, but I've Moved On: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Grace looked at the man in front of her and repeated her words with a calm but firm tone, “Let’s get a divorce, William. So, do you like my birthday gift?”William stayed silent. His face was blank, like a statue. “You wanna divorce me just because I didn’t celebrate my birthday with you?”Grace tilted her chin up a bit. “Camila’s back, right?”The second that name came out of her mouth, a mocking smirk curled on William’s lips. He stepped closer, erasing what little distance was between them. “You jealous of her?”William wasn’t just the heir to the Donovan family. He was a living legend in the business world. Everything about him—his power, wealth, and reputation—screamed dominance. The way he moved, the way he looked at her, it all made Grace take a step back without even realizing it.Her back hit the wall.In an instant, the room felt like it was closing in on her. William had her pinned with one hand against the wall, blocking her only way out. His stare was sharp, and his lips

Grace had just arrived.After a full day of shopping, Clara dragged her straight to the bar in the heart of San Francisco—because tonight belonged to Grace. Tonight was her freedom, her bachelorette party that Clara had been hyping up for weeks.Grace didn’t expect to see William there. Or his circle of friends, laughing and chatting like they owned the place.And of course, the moment they realized she was here, the mocking started again. Exactly the same as it had been three years ago.She recognized Riley and the other young heirs seated in the main VIP area upstairs. They were all part of William’s world. Riley had once been her friend. Back when William and Camila were the golden couple, everyone loved Camila—even Riley called her “Mrs. Donovan” before William proposed.For three years, Grace tried to fit in, but never really did.To them, she was just a placeholder. Someone you sit next to by chance.They had slapped labels on her. “Replacement.” “Ugly duckling.” “Country girl w

Riley glanced at Grace, her tone suddenly sharp. “You dropped out of high school?”In their circle, Camila was the definition of perfection. Not only was she a socialite in San Francisco’s elite crowd, she was also known for her brains. An Ivy League alum, one of the most cultured young women in their world.Someone like her was made for William.In their society, looks weren’t enough. Ambition mattered. Education was essential. So was status. Family names carried just as much weight as intelligence.Riley’s voice dripped with condescension. “So not only do you not have a degree, you didn’t even finish school?”Grace glanced at Camila, who looked smug. But Grace just smiled calmly. “I didn’t drop out. I just didn’t go to college right after high school.”Riley raised her brows, then let out a loud laugh. “Wow. Funny thing is, William didn’t go to college right after high school either...” She paused, her voice turning nastier. “But he went back and got dual master’s degrees from Easto

William’s message was met with just two words. “Not interested,” she said. Then that world-famous genius blocked him without a second thought. He tried texting again—one checkmark. He tried calling—straight to voicemail, no ringing. His smile disappeared. No doubt about it. She blocked him. “She blocked me?” he muttered, laughing in disbelief. Right then, Paul, his assistant, walked into the office with a fresh cup of coffee. He’d overheard what William said and glanced at the screen. He couldn’t hide the shock on his face. Did someone actually just block William? That had never happened before. “Sir… she’s definitely something else,” Paul said, trying to lighten the mood. William chuckled. “Yeah, she really is.” She was the first person who’d ever dared to block him. But whatever. If she wasn’t interested, William wasn’t going to force it. He picked up the coffee and took a sip. Then his face darkened instantly. Paul noticed the shift. “Is the coffee off, sir? I can mak

The next morning, Grace was still at her apartment when her phone rang. It was Melanie. Her voice sounded soft, full of regret—like she wanted to make up for something. “Grace, at the hospital last time … I messed up. I cooked all your favorite food today. Come home.” In the kitchen, Clara peeked from the doorway, her voice sharp. “Grace, don’t listen to her. She’s Patrick’s puppet. Totally blind. Why waste time on her?” Grace replied curtly, her tone cold. “I’m busy.” She almost hung up, but Melanie rushed in, “Grace, Patrick said your mom kept your favorite music box. He told me I should give it back to you. I’ve been keeping it. Come get it yourself.” Grace stiffened. Melanie knew exactly what to hit her with. --- That evening, Grace decided to go to her family’s house, now fully taken over by Patrick and Melanie. Warm cooking smells hit her as soon as she walked in. On the table sat the old music box, polished but still with the same flower carvings. Inside the lid was a sm