FROM EX-CONVICT TO WIFE OF A RENOWNED LAWYER
regretted maki
en years ago got me int
d sunlight shone a blinding white direc
nally been released. Yet, it wasn't pure joy that filled her. It was a bitter c
her son, Rowan Watson, his gap-toothed grin-a glaring contra
he hailed a cab, ignorin
, the word a foreign
Despite the steely resolve hardening within her, a tremor ran through
mumbled, her
ted, barely sparing her a glanc
took a deep breath, savoring the familiar scent of h
last," sh
a high-pitched sound shattering the air. Before she could react, a s
am
s four years and six months old when she left for prison, and now he was a far cry from the gap-toothed boy in the photograph-his hair, a mess of windblown
his voice thick with e
e fabric of his clothes felt rough against her sallow skin.
her voice choked with emotion. "Mama'
etched on his face. Fiona rocked him gently, her heart overflowing with a cocktail of love, relief, and simmering anger d
loused thumbs. "Look at you! You've gotten so big,"
obbly grin splitting his
than you can ever imagine." Sh
were, but he said he was busy and couldn't le
to come check her up in prison for a whole two years when he was the reas
she held onto Rowan's hand. One would think that R
Rowan responded, gesturing
s she searched her memories for any company Jackson must have gotten because they don't
whisper. Rowan nodded again, his innocent eye
her head. Confusing herself that it must be her mother-in-law or perhaps her sister-in-law. With
ckson, looking more handsome with his styled, dark brown hair, sat on a plush couch, hi
Preston, Fiona's best friend, the one she had
hes, and she could ask him about it, but he always assured her it was becau
r head, drenching her. Her gaze darted between Jackson's cold hazel eyes and Alaina's carefully
ock surprise. "We weren't expecting you so soon. So
around her legs. Her sharp green eyes fixed on Fiona, and a practiced
ll, you're welcome," she purred, ex
into Fiona like
r own
ught with her ha
isi
o erupt. But this wasn't a prison. This was her
, Fiona ignored Alain
r voice echoed, betraying her emotions as she tried hard not to break herself. Even though she felt li
ime you committed. I was beaten and tortured by other inmates for what
s face. "Fiona, what did you expect me to do? Wait f
a broken mirror, hearing Ja
mixed up with other criminals like you are in prison," Jackson snorted coldly,
ise, not believing Jackson would utter such despite the fact that he had
with what Jackon had said, but little did they know that she doesn't give a f*ck about them anymore. The only thing that bro
son, you don't deserve me, nor do you deserve the luxurious
charge of a few years back because you were jobless. The company you invaded the taxes and m
na, a feminine voice laced with disgust rev
ou think
y son ran the company down
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