Jane's POV


A week later, Ava and I worked very hard. Every day, she came to my house. We read papers and we looked at documents. She made many phone calls and I gave her all the proof I had and even told her everything I felt and she listened.

We didn't sleep much and Ava stayed up late at night, writing letters and talking to people in court. She asked for help from old friends and called in some favors and she also spoke with the judge. She pushed hard.

I was tired, but I kept going and I believed I was doing the right thing for my baby.


Finally, after many days, the good news came. Hades was going to be released.

I was sitting on the couch when Ava called. She said, 'Jane, it is done. They are letting him go tomorrow."


My heart skipped and I sat there in silence, for a few seconds.

'Thank you, Ava," I whispered.

The next day, Hades walked out of prison. Reporters were already outside waiting for him and they shouted questions, and cameras flashed and the news spread fast.

Some people were angry, while others were confused. Many said I was stupid for letting him go.

But I stayed quiet and I didn't say anything to the press. I didn't post anything online. I didn't go outside.

I just wanted peace.

So I stayed in my house. I turned off the TV. I didn't pick any calls that weren't from Ava.

I sat by my window and watched the trees move and I held my stomach often and talked to my baby.

I told her stories. I said, 'You will know your father, you will have peace and I will try."

Ava came to visit me one day.

'You are really brave," she said.

I smiled a little. 'Or maybe I am just tired of fighting."

She hugged me but didn't speak much after that. We just sat and drank tea.

I didn't know what the future held and I didn't know if Hades would ever be close to me again. But I knew I gave him a chance and not for love, not for his sake but for the sake of our unborn child.



Hades' POV

I sat on the cold prison bed, and thought it was over for me. I had lost myself, my name, my freedom. Most of all, I had lost Jane the most . I knew I hurt her badly and I deserved to be in this place.

But then one morning, the guard came to my cell and he looked at me and said, 'Pack your things. You are getting out."

I froze. 'What?"

'You are free," he said again.

I didn't believe it at first. I thought it was a joke.

But it was real.

They gave me back my clothes and they walked me to the gate. The sun hit my face. It felt strange, bright, and warm. I had not felt that in so long and the fresh air almost made me dizzy.

Outside, there were reporters and cameras everywhere and they shouted my name.

'Hades! Hades! Why were you released?"

'Did Jane Grande help you?"

I didn't answer, I just kept walking and I just wanted peace.

A car was waiting for me. Inside the car, one of my old assistants sat, and he said Jane sent the car. I was shocked.

Jane?

I sat in the car, quiet, looking out the window and my chest felt tight.

My heart was beating fast. Why did she help me? After everything I did?

We got to my old house. Everything was dusty. I walked in slowly. I touched the table, the walls. Everything was different.

I sat down and cried.

Real tears.

Tears I had been holding in for years. I had done many wrong things and I had been cruel, selfish, and blind. I thought I had loved her, and I actually wanted her so bad, and I thought what I did was the best thing to do to have her, however I didn't know I was making the wrong move. I was wrong, I was totally wrong.

The next day, I got a call.

It was from Jane's lawyer, Ava.

She said, 'Jane helped you. She fought for your freedom."

I couldn't speak. I held the phone, shaking.

'Why?" I finally asked.

'She said she did it for the baby," Ava replied.

The baby.

Our baby.

I remembered the party that night. The way Jane smiled, danced, how she let herself go. I remembered how soft she felt in my arms. That night changed me.

I wanted to see her, to thank her.

But Ava said, 'Give her time."

So I waited.

I stayed in my house. I cleaned it slowly. I cooked for myself. I even watered the dead plants. It felt like I was starting life again.

The media talked about me every day. Some people supported me and some others called me a monster but I didn't care. I only cared about one thing now, making it right.

Three days later, I saw Jane from far away.

She was walking into a store. She looked tired, but beautiful. Her hand was on her belly. Our baby.

I didn't go to her. I just watched. I didn't want to push her.

I went back home and sat by the window. I hoped she would call. Or come.

That evening, I wrote a letter. A real letter. With a pen. I said:

'Jane, I'm sorry for everything. I don't deserve your kindness. But thank you for saving me and I will never forget what you did. I want to be better. For you. For the baby. If you ever need me, I'll be here.*

I left it at her gate.

I didn't know if she would read it. But I hoped.

For the first time in a long time, I felt something.

Hope and peace, the one that I couldn't get in that prison I was for a while.