Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

"It can't be happening. How did things turn so bad?"

Mia frantically tried to dash out but was swiftly restrained by several individuals.

She overheard the lawyer discussing with someone nearby, "Aggravated assault, transfer to a maximum-security prison..." The words echoed in her head like a harsh reality check.

Her pupils contracted sharply, and her mind felt like it was splitting apart. Her brother was signing her death warrant by having her thrown into a maximum-security prison. How long could she last among those hardened criminals? The thought alone petrified her.

She couldn't face that.

"I was wrong, I truly didn't mean it. Please, call my brother. It was an accident, I swear."

Mia knelt, her head touching the cold floor repeatedly in desperation.

However, the lawyer and his team paid her no heed, proceeding with the formalities of handing her over to the police.

Tears streamed down Mia's face as she helplessly watched them.

Until a pair of polished shoes came to a halt in front of her. She looked up to see the lead lawyer crouching down, his tone light but chilling.

"Miss Mia, being transferred to a maximum-security prison was Mr. Haskins' directive. You're aware of the kind of people housed there. At best, you'll last a few months before your sanity begins to wane. If you're still alive after a year, we might consider moving you to a psychiatric facility. Enjoy this journey, not every convict gets the opportunity to experience a maximum-security prison."

patted her cheek mockingly as if

Mia's temper flared.

talk to me like that? Call my brother, I need to speak to him! You must have overstepped

sighed, stood up,

truly sorry. I shouldn't

man and his team left without looking back, Mia's

uncontrollably as if a

her any comfort,

"Brother, I'm so sorry!"

was there to hear

corridor quickly

being with you was bound to end badly. You found her but couldn't protect her. If we can't save her this time, I wonder how many years you plan to wait this time, Fitch. How come Zoey's

of iron

around him seemed

unstable, like

couldn't see clearly,

of voices around him

discern

only lan and

had sustained