His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Avery's case had been officially submitted for review by the Supreme Court where Arnold Ashbourne presided. Within two months, a verdict would be delivered.

It seemed inevitable; the death penalty was all but certain.

Today, the sky was overcast, with a fine drizzle falling from the heavens.

A woman in a white lab coat and white high heels, carrying a black umbrella, strolled casually to the entrance of the prison.

"Doctor, thank you for coming out here in the rain. We really appreciate it," the warden greeted her with a warm smile.

The umbrella lifted to reveal Alexia's elegant and poised face. She returned the smile with a gentle one of her own.

"Even prisoners have rights. I'm a doctor. It's my duty to heal, regardless of who they are," she replied.

The warden nodded in agreement, "You're absolutely right, Doctor."

Alexia's eyes twinkled with a hint of mischief as she quipped, "Organizing a free medical check-up for the inmates, Warden, you're quite the saint."

Since meeting Evadne, Avery had surprisingly been sleeping well for several nights in a row.

His gold-rimmed glasses had been broken in a scuffle and he tossed them aside without a second thought.

After all, he was no longer Mr. Avery or Mr. Chambers. He was simply a soon-to- be condemned man awaiting judgment.

There was no longer any need for the façade.

His cellmates were gradually taken for the medical check-up. Time passed slowly until finally, his number was called.

Avery was handcuffed and led out of his cell, winding through corridors until he

was ushered into a dim, enclosed room by the guards.

With a creak, the heavy iron door shut behind him.

single

Avery squinted slightly.

Chambers, long time no

desk, turning to face him

stiffened, and his heart

so many repulsive, vile criminals, I went out of my way to

voice rasping, "Did

pausing for a moment before bursting into

off the walls of the gloomy room, making it feel even more like a

are you still dreaming of a life beyond these walls? Have a few days in a cell addled your

arms, she ceased

gaze on

disdainful

if she were

a broken man now. The Chambers Group has crumbled. You're a spent force. What use could you possibly be to

of chances, but you

his eyes, a faint smile

the looming certainty of his fate, but

Sir did send me with

your contributions to his work over the years. He will never forget

a syringe filled with a clear liquid

with bitterness, "So Sir sent

silencing.

replied with

nonchalant shrug. "No one

can

the authorities. That's

entire being

longer. Can't Sir even let me