Secret Admiration: Finding True Love After Prison

Chapter 2 The Harsh Truth

Meryl's face went pale, her eyes losing their sparkle. Those hellish three years should have taught her something.

She took a deep breath, trying to control the storm of emotions inside her, her fingers curling into fists.

As the car passed under a bridge, the shifting light cast shadows on Dalton's face, highlighting his unchanged coldness. Swallowing her bitterness, Meryl asked, "Dalton... Did you pay off those people in prison, asking them to bully me?"

In prison, she had broken down many times, even thinking about ending it all.

But she couldn't let go of Dalton. She was scared he wouldn't manage without her.

She couldn't believe he could be so cruel to her.

Dalton's response was chillingly calm. "What do you expect me to say?"

Meryl froze for a moment, then a wry smile crossed her lips.

Was this his way of confirming it?

To him, she was just a jealous woman and had arranged for Lydia's kidnapping, leading to Lydia almost being assaulted.

The evidence had been plenty, leaving Meryl with no defense.

ruthless enough to risk her own reputation, and

that her love

the car pulled up to

to the placement of flower pots. She had even helped with the painting. She had spent countless days and nights dreaming of a life there

was

like it was being pierced by needles. Her lips turned pale from how hard she was

told the maid:

maid nodded and led Meryl to the

nose and said, "Miss, when was the last time you bathed? You should take better

would smell nice if she wasn't getting bullied in prison for years. But Myrel

sending the maid away, she locked herself in the bathroom and scrubbed her skin for

wounds from her prison days

abuse. Though the last month had brought some relief, her old injuries hadn't

bruises and scratches to long, jagged

no proper care, and untreated injuries had festered. The worst was a deep scar on her left foot, which throbbed with each rainstorm, reminding her of

slipped into the fresh clothes the maid had left, which fit

as soon as she opened the bathroom door,

stumbled, nearly falling

out to steady her,

touch was jarring for

against his chest,