The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

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A thin and frail woman with bloodstained hands was pressed forcefully onto the ground.

“The former best newcomer lawyer has turned into an incompetent.” A cold and malevolent voice sounded above Rosalie Leighton’s head.

Struggling, she raised her head, her gaze locking onto the attractive face before her. It was hard to fathom that the popular celebrity from the entertainment circle, someone who appeared so innocent to others, could be harboring such ruthlessness.

“Yvette, why?” Rosalie asked in a trembling voice.

“You took my sister’s life How can you even ask why Yvette Hamilton’s sneer conveyed a chilling edge, her eyes brimming

with malefic darkness.

“It wasn’t me. I’m innocent Rosalie managed to utter amidst her difficulty, her head shaking in persistent dental, trying to straighten herself up, her gaze unwaveringly fixed on the man standing beside Yvette.

He was none other than Rosalie’s ex-boyfriend. The man who had once vowed to protect her eternally

In the past, even a minor injury to her finger would cause him to worry for hours. Yet now, he merely stood there, a passive observer of her torment

“Z-Zachary.” Rosalie s cry was infused with nearly every ounce of her remaining strength. “Please. I beg you believe me.

He still wore the same suit and leather shoes as before, but as he fixed his dark eyes upon her, they held nothing but a haze of coldness

“Zachary, you’re not feeling sorry for this woman, are you! She’s the one who took my sister’s life! Everything Im doing is to

my sister can rest in peace”

Yvette held the man’s armi mi

at him

tely. Her malicious expression

sformed into a sort of pitiable charm when she looked

“She brought this upon herself Sympathy isn’t warranted Zachary Xanthos responded softly, his fingers tenderly brushing through Yvettes meticulously styled hair “You can do whatever you want.

Rosalie’s eyes widened all of a sudden as the mused. “I brought this upon myself? Ha“

The man who had once cherished Rosalie now reduced her anguish to this dismissive remark.

Drawing on an unfamiliar well of strength, she broke free from the constraining hold of the person pinning her down. She struggled and crawled forward, determined to get closer to the man.

“Zachary, I don’t know what happened in that car accident. I wasn’t drunk driving that day. It was Melanie’s car…. that crashed into mine.

Thud!

of her hand heavily, sending waves of piercing pain

in comparison to the intense ache in Rosalie’s heart

lift her head and locked eyes on Zachary, whose leather-clad shoe was pressing down on her left hand. The realization that he

a hoarse voice. “Did you

my life was ever being with you” Zachary’s words were delivered in a tone

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cripple her hands. It was she who caused the accident that

next instant, Rosalie heard him utter.

she had been dreaming about the events that

at her hand, now covered in calluses. After three years of incarceration, her hands were no longer

ten fingers had regrown, her hand still bore the remnants of the

bones had fractured, healing over time but not flawlessly. The joints appeared slightly misaligned, impeding her ability

and damp, the discomfort

so excruciating that she yearned to sever her hands just

accused of drunk driving, resulting in the accident that caused the death of Melanie Hamilton. Melanie wasn’t just the eldest daughter of the Hamilton family; she was also the fiancée of

Strico.

aside by her own family. Ultimately, she received

rose to her feet, retrieving a cleaning tool as she did.

cold weather had bestowed a slight reddish hue upon her delicate face. Beneath her eyes rested a

the youthful vigor that

assigned to the night shift. Having dozed off

was preparing to depart, a colleague engrossed in her phone caught Rosalie’s attention. “Huh? Zachary and Yvette are getting engaged. Yvette is truly fortunate to be both a renowned celebrity and an esteemed

sudden tremor coursed through Rosalie’s body, prompting her to hastily depart from

wounds

swept the road. The bones in her hands throbbed in response to

over soon,” Rosalie murmured to herself. For a sanitary worker like her, even accessing painkillers

a Ferrari unexpectedly pulled to a stop

from the vehicle. Pallor swept over

scion who used to harass her during

to road sweeping?” Timothy Sanders inquired with a knowing

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giggled, “She’s a lawyer? How odd!”

Leighton. She used to be Mr. Zachary Xanthos girlfriend!” Timothy remarked, casting Rosalie a suggestive glance.

you spend the night with me? What I can

not about to allow him to have his way with her. She struggled to evade the man’s grasp, but Timothy seized her arm

her foot and kicked at Timothy, taking advantage of his momentary pain to make her

jumped into his Ferrari

had dashed to the other side

the usual nighttime activity in this area, it was hauntingly deserted. Not a

was no