Rewriting My Heart's Fate

Chapter 516

My heart shattered when I saw Zachary's face, all tear-streaked behind the glass. He was only five, supposed to grow up without worries, but instead, he had to deal with the heartbreak of losing his mother. "Hey, don't cry, sweetie..." I held back my tears and forced a smile. "I'll be back before you know it. I'll care for you even more when that day comes, okay?"

Zachary nodded hard, pressing his tiny hand against the glass as if hoping to break through it and touch me.

"Mommy, I'll be good every day and wait for you to come home..." His little voice cracked, hitting me like a punch to the gut.

Ethan's eyes were red, but he sounded resolute. "Evelyn, don't worry about Zach. I'll look after him. I swear I'll find out the truth and make sure the person who did this doesn't get off easy!"

I looked at him gratefully, tears spilling down my cheeks. "Honey... I'm sorry I couldn't be the wife or mom you and Zach deserved-"

"Don't say that," he choked out, cutting me off. "You've done everything you could. Trust me, I'll get you out of here."

"Time's up! Prisoner, back inside!" The guard's impatient shout snapped us back to reality.

I took one last lingering look at Zachary before I was roughly yanked away. The iron door slammed shut with a deafening bang, cutting me off from both my family and any hope of freedom. I sank into a corner of the cell, staring bleakly at the pale white ceiling. Ten years... How was I supposed to make it through a whole decade of this?

cried, heartbroken and unable to stop. Life behind bars was

it is! Our very own celebrity! The big fashion queen is sharing a cell with us now,

into the cell without mercy, and snickers rose

head high, shooting them a cold look. "What's the problem? This

crap.

things here. You'd better listen-don't fight us over anything or push your luck, or you't be so

rose in agreement.

face

Sutton. They call me

to have a trail of murders behind her, a notorious underworld figure. She looked the part-broad-shouldered, with cold,

and turned to my

QUMS

to sleep on. The wall was covered in carvings left

onto the bed, staring at that sickly