The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

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A thin and frail woman with bloodstained hands was pressed forcefully onto the ground.

“The former best newcomer lawyer has turned into an incompetent.” A cold and malevolent voice sounded above Rosalie Leighton’s head.

Struggling, she raised her head, her gaze locking onto the attractive face before her. It was hard to fathom that the popular celebrity from the entertainment circle, someone who appeared so innocent to others, could be harboring such ruthlessness.

“Yvette, why?” Rosalie asked in a trembling voice.

“You took my sister’s life How can you even ask why Yvette Hamilton’s sneer conveyed a chilling edge, her eyes brimming

with malefic darkness.

“It wasn’t me. I’m innocent Rosalie managed to utter amidst her difficulty, her head shaking in persistent dental, trying to straighten herself up, her gaze unwaveringly fixed on the man standing beside Yvette.

He was none other than Rosalie’s ex-boyfriend. The man who had once vowed to protect her eternally

In the past, even a minor injury to her finger would cause him to worry for hours. Yet now, he merely stood there, a passive observer of her torment

“Z-Zachary.” Rosalie s cry was infused with nearly every ounce of her remaining strength. “Please. I beg you believe me.

He still wore the same suit and leather shoes as before, but as he fixed his dark eyes upon her, they held nothing but a haze of coldness

“Zachary, you’re not feeling sorry for this woman, are you! She’s the one who took my sister’s life! Everything Im doing is to

my sister can rest in peace”

Yvette held the man’s armi mi

at him

tely. Her malicious expression

sformed into a sort of pitiable charm when she looked

“She brought this upon herself Sympathy isn’t warranted Zachary Xanthos responded softly, his fingers tenderly brushing through Yvettes meticulously styled hair “You can do whatever you want.

Rosalie’s eyes widened all of a sudden as the mused. “I brought this upon myself? Ha“

The man who had once cherished Rosalie now reduced her anguish to this dismissive remark.

Drawing on an unfamiliar well of strength, she broke free from the constraining hold of the person pinning her down. She struggled and crawled forward, determined to get closer to the man.

“Zachary, I don’t know what happened in that car accident. I wasn’t drunk driving that day. It was Melanie’s car…. that crashed into mine.

Thud!

hand heavily, sending waves

the agony she felt physically paled in comparison to the intense ache

whose leather-clad shoe was pressing down on her left hand. The realization

she said in a hoarse voice. “Did you

Zachary’s words were delivered in

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hands. It was she who caused the accident that took my sister’s life.” Yvette’s voice echoed.

the next instant, Rosalie heard him utter. “All

abruptly opened her eyes to the present, realizing she had been dreaming about the events that unfolded

incarceration, her hands were no longer as tender and smooth as they

on her ten fingers had regrown, her hand still bore the

bones had fractured, healing over time but not flawlessly. The joints

damp, the discomfort in her fingers was exacerbated.

that she yearned to sever her hands just to

then, she was accused of drunk driving, resulting in the accident that caused the death of Melanie Hamilton. Melanie wasn’t just the eldest daughter of the

Strico.

herself abandoned and cast aside by her own family. Ultimately, she received a

her feet, retrieving a cleaning tool as she did.

a sanitary worker, and the cold weather had bestowed a slight reddish hue upon her delicate face. Beneath her eyes rested a captivating nose and lips tinted with a delicate shade of

from college. However, the youthful vigor that

shift. Having dozed off at the

“Huh? Zachary and Yvette are getting engaged. Yvette is

Rosalie’s body, prompting her to hastily depart from the Environment and Sanitation.

aching wounds etched into the very core of

cold. Holding a broom, Rosalie diligently swept the road. The bones in her hands throbbed in response to the frigid air, sending ripples of discomfort through her.

Rosalie murmured to herself. For a sanitary worker like her, even accessing painkillers

pulled to a stop

from the vehicle. Pallor swept over Rosalie’s

was a scion who used to harass her during her time with Zachary

lawyer, Ms. Leighton? What brings you to road sweeping?” Timothy Sanders inquired with

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giggled, “She’s a lawyer? How

Ms. Leighton. She used to be Mr. Zachary Xanthos girlfriend!” Timothy

Ms. Yvette Hamilton. How about you spend the night with me?

with her. She struggled to evade the man’s grasp, but Timothy seized her arm and pinned her against the

raised her foot and kicked at Timothy, taking advantage of his momentary pain to make her

he refused to relent. He jumped into his

had dashed to the other side of

this area, it was hauntingly deserted. Not a soul was in sight, not even a passing

was