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