My Perfect Marriage Was His Perfect Crime novel Chapter 74

Today is my last day in prison.

As usual, I served meals for everyone in the same dormitory, placing them at their respective spots.

After Rebecca washed her face, she casually splashed the excess water onto me.

Then, she pinched my lowered chin with her fingers, forcefully lifting it until our eyes met.

"I heard you're getting out of prison?"

I quietly replied, "Yes."

She sized me up, then raised her hand and slapped me across the face four times.

The crisp sound of the slaps echoed, drawing cheers from everyone.

Everyone enjoyed seeing me being bullied.

The reason? Simply because I was weak and useless.

Moreover… I had a face that made others jealous.

After Rebecca slapped me, seeing that I didn't react at all, she lost interest and let go of me.

She threw a steamed bun from her tray at me.

"Here, take it. Consider this your treat for me. Once you're out, be a good person and don't come back."

I knew that meant she had finally decided to let me go.

I quickly bowed to her, repeatedly saying thank you.

Every day here felt like living in hell.

Rebecca was the boss here, and if she decided to let me go, no one would cause me any trouble.

I quietly curled up in the corner, holding the last "lunch" and waiting for that heavenly voice.

"0102914, you can be released."

The moment I walked out of the prison, I didn't expect to see Carlos Kashton.

He was holding Jack Kashton's hand, with an umbrella in the other.

"Why aren't you coming over?"

If it had been before, I would have eagerly rushed over.

But now, looking at the two men before me, their expressions solemn, I couldn't stir up any emotions.

Carlos Kashton's tone was colder than the rain in October.

"Grace Hope, do you realize what you've done wrong? Now that you're out, go home."

I opened my eyes and saw that he was holding Jack Kashton's little hand, both of them looking at me with the same expression.

The difference was that the little guy's eyes were full of confusion, while Carlos' eyes carried a subtle trace of mockery.

I sighed and smiled.

"Sorry, I'm used to it."

Used to that hellish place.

Used to someone standing in front of me, raising their hand to punch or kick me.

"Grace Hope, it's been three years. You need to pay for what you've done."

"If you've made a mistake, you have to pay the price, not just run away from reality."

"It's just an apology. Annie Blakely won't hurt you."

He spoke of righteousness, yet every word he said was in defense of Annie Blakely.

I hadn't done anything to hurt Annie Blakely. I simply didn't catch the wine glass she handed me, and she pressed her hand into the glass shards, crying out,

"Carlos, it hurts so much."

Annie Blakely had a severe clotting disorder, something I had no idea about before.