After Divorce, My General Husband Chasing Me Back

Love My Ex-Wife 2

Write your comment

1r Gifts

After Divorce, My General Husband Chasin... 1/5

Chapter 2 The Prison

During her four years in the slammer, her ego got beaten down by whips, cigarette burns, and scalding water.

She saw one bloody body after another and heard non-stop screams from folks dying.

Sometimes, she'd wake up at night or open her eyes in the morning to find a cold corpse staring at her, eyes wide open accusing. and

Or she'd feel warm blood from someone who'd just kicked the

bucket.

The leftover warmth, the salty metal smell, and the bright red were too much, making her feel like she couldn't breathe.

Four years in that hellhole felt like death had its hand around her soul, always making her scared she'd die next.

Now, after barely making it out alive, she was free.

All that stuff about love, hate, and even being a Prescott heiress didn't mean squat to her anymore. She just wanted to stay alive. "We're here. Remember what you're supposed to do. Cross Grandma, and you know the consequences."

Harrison's warning brought her back to reality as she realized

Chapter 2 The Prison

2/5

at the hospital. Frederick had already left the car without

Prescott." Claire replied, hurriedly

lifeline. Only if Elizabeth lived a long life could she avoid returning to that hellish abyss. Looking up, Claire showed a

you

sobbing uncontrollably. "Oh, thank goodness you're back... It's good... that you're back..." "Yes, I'm here, Grandma." Claire's eyes welled up with tears as she held Elizabeth tightly, feeling the warmth she hadn't felt in four years. "Why are you dressed so thinly? And your dress, it's so dirty! Harrison, how could you let your sister... Claire, wear

scold Harrison upon seeing Claire's

it was me. I was in a

the word sister and quickly

Chapter 2 The Prison

to change," Harrison said, clenching his fist and

3/5

red and lavishly attired, she was once again the haughty

four years of torment had left her so frail that

tightly around her, making her exposed skinny legs look

prison, Elizabeth agreed to surgery, continually asking about her

hadn't had a good night's sleep since her

pleaded

cancer forced her hand that they agreed to bring

arrogant, but you're kind-hearted, not a murderer. You've suffered these past four years, my child." Elizabeth held her hand, tears streaming down her face as she

Prison

to act nonchalant, but she couldn't hold

she buried her head

4/5

to stay by Elizabeth's side, but Elizabeth insisted she

gotten out. These past four years must have been hard. Listen. Go home and rest well today, and come

Elizabeth,