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!

foot descended onto the back of her hand heavily, sending waves of piercing

in comparison to the intense ache in Rosalie’s heart at that very moment.

strained to lift her head and locked eyes on Zachary, whose leather-clad shoe was pressing down on

said in a hoarse voice. “Did you

of my life was ever being with you” Zachary’s words were delivered in a

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

heard

present, realizing she had been dreaming about the

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

had regrown, her hand still bore the remnants of the injury.

time but not flawlessly. The joints appeared slightly misaligned, impeding her ability

and damp, the discomfort in her fingers was

that she yearned to sever her hands just to escape

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 Hamilton family; she was also the fiancée of Jonathan Youngblood, a powerful

Strico.

Rosalie found herself abandoned and cast aside by her own

her feet, retrieving a cleaning tool

in the fluorescent workwear of a sanitary worker, and the cold weather had bestowed a slight reddish hue upon her delicate face. Beneath her eyes rested a captivating

cursory glance, one might assume she had recently graduated from college. However, the youthful vigor that should have animated her eyes was

day, she was assigned to the night shift. Having dozed off at the Environment and Sanitation Administration, she had nearly missed her

preparing to depart, a colleague engrossed in her phone caught Rosalie’s attention. “Huh? Zachary and Yvette are getting engaged. Yvette is truly fortunate to be both a renowned celebrity and an esteemed lady. And now, she’s

to hastily depart from the

were like aching wounds etched into the very core of Rosalie’s

night was distinctly cold. Holding a broom, Rosalie diligently swept the road. The bones in her hands throbbed in

a sanitary worker like her, even

her sweeping, a Ferrari unexpectedly pulled to a stop before Rosalie.

man and a woman emerged from the vehicle. Pallor swept over Rosalie’s

during her time with Zachary and

What brings you to road sweeping?” Timothy Sanders inquired with

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woman by his side giggled, “She’s a lawyer? How

Leighton. She used to be Mr. Zachary

get engaged to Ms. Yvette Hamilton. How about you spend the

allow him to have his way with her. She struggled to evade the man’s grasp, but Timothy seized her arm and pinned her

intention to touch her, Rosalie raised her foot and kicked at Timothy,

as he refused to relent. He jumped into his Ferrari

dashed to the other side of the

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

was