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!

her hand

she felt physically paled in comparison to the intense ache in Rosalie’s heart

to lift her head and locked eyes on Zachary, whose leather-clad shoe was pressing down on her left hand. The realization that he could be so heartless left her in disbelief

in a hoarse voice. “Did

greatest mistake of my life was ever being with you” Zachary’s words were delivered in a tone as cold as

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the accident that took my sister’s

Rosalie heard him utter. “All right.”

eyes to the present, realizing she had been dreaming about the events that unfolded in prison years ago.

in calluses. After three years of incarceration, her hands were no longer

ten fingers had regrown, her

healing over time but not flawlessly. The joints appeared slightly misaligned, impeding

and damp, the discomfort in her

that she yearned to sever her hands just to

then, she was 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;

Strico.

her

a cleaning tool as

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

youthful vigor that should have animated her eyes was notably absent,

particular day, she was assigned to the night shift. Having dozed off at the Environment and Sanitation Administration, she

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 lady. And now,

prompting her to hastily depart from the Environment and Sanitation.

aching wounds etched into the very

swept the road. The bones in her hands throbbed in response to the frigid air, sending ripples of discomfort through

murmured to herself. For a sanitary worker like her,

a Ferrari unexpectedly pulled to a stop before Rosalie.

the vehicle. Pallor swept over Rosalie’s face as

who used to harass her during her

Leighton? What brings you to road sweeping?” Timothy Sanders

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giggled, “She’s a

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

Ms. Yvette Hamilton. How about you spend the night with me? What I can provide you is far beyond

have his way with her. She struggled to evade the man’s

at Timothy, taking advantage of his momentary pain to make

jumped into his Ferrari and began

dashed to the other side

area, it was hauntingly deserted. Not a

as if there was no one