ant fire, but my spirit felt st

re of Fletcher and Aislinn dominated the screen. The headline read: 'Billionaire

photo of the ring on her finger. It was

wed. A picture of her

onstant stream of their happi

d slipped on my finger without a word, his touch cold and impe

om downstairs. Aislinn's high-pitc

her voice carrying up the stairs. "The one

her?" Fletcher asked

g in prison. Imagine the scandal. 'Billionaire's Wife a Common Crimin

gain, this time from my doorway. "What do yo

face a blank mask. "

nce. "Take her to the holding cell in

a single bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. It

e later. "I've arranged for some special 'care'

l. They mocked me, they beat me, they starved me. They broke my fingers, one by one, laugh

he wall with a broken fingernail. Each mark

tell myself, over and over. '

the door to the cell creaked ope

dark silhouette against the bri

saw his hand was trembling. Just slightly. He r

et moment. "Look at her," she said with disgust. "Pla

side. His face hardened, the br