Rewriting My Heart's Fate

At that moment, I saw what looked like a completely shattered soul. The once proud, unyielding Jack now lacked even the strength to stand.

"I... I was wrong," he finally murmured. His voice was heavy with regret and self-reproach. "I let greed blind me, and I hurt all of you... But what's the point of saying that now?" I didn't respond. No words could undo the harm he had inflicted upon us.

I turned and walked away. Each step I took was firm and resolute.

The moment I stepped outside the courtroom, I took a deep breath of fresh air. A profound sense of relief washed over me.

The days that followed were filled with wrapping up loose ends, managing my mother's estate, and handling company shares.

It was overwhelming at times, but I was no longer the person who relied on others. I had learned to be independent, resilient, and to face life's storms head-on.

As for Jack, he would be trapped in a cycle of regret and reflection in prison.

It was said that he spent countless sleepless nights, and his hair turned grey almost overnight. His once commanding presence reduced to that of a frail, broken man. The prison walls became his only companion, echoing the torment of his inner guilt.

me numerous letters, hoping to reconnect. He longed

he had squandered on those two

with my name cleared and my future bright, I could finally stand

participate in the upcoming international competition,

overseas, I made

crucial support during my darkest time, and I felt it was only right

we'd sit across from each other like this. You've had a

his assistance had been invaluable, and this was my

have fractured beyond repair, but some things could still be mended and given

silhouettes of me and him sitting across from each other. Outside the window, the city lights painted a breathtaking canvas, yet

steam rose, I reflected on the struggles and perseverance

stronger than I ever imagined. And more remarkable, too. I'm proud of who you've become, though I regret