Three years in prison,and my lawyer husband,Nathan Carter,who personally sent me to jail,never once visited me.
Yet he couldn't wait to get engaged to another woman.
Diagnosed with late-stage stomach cancer and granted medical parole,I took the initiative to send him divorce papers.

...
A familiar voice came from the talk show on the TV.
Curled up in a corner,hugging my knees,I snapped my head up.
My once-dull eyes flickered with a spark of light.
Nathan's refined face appeared on the screen.
I greedily watched his profile as he spoke with confidence and grace.

Three years in prison,and Nathan never came to visit me—surely because his job as a lawyer required him to avoid suspicion.
The host smiled as she told the audience about Nathan's illustrious career.
A recent case,where he had won justice for the wrongfully accused,further polished his heroic lawyer image.
Noticing the ring on Nathan's middle finger,the host teased him about his marital status.

Nathan smiled faintly."I'm with someone I love.We're very happy together."
My eyes widened in disbelief,a bone-chilling cold spreading through me.
A cellmate's mocking voice rang out."Look at you now—who'd believe you're Nathan Carter's wife?You're just a stain on his life!"
A sharp pain shot through my scalp as the cellmate sneered,yanking my hair and watching me struggle."Still hoping your husband will visit?He and Miss Evelyn are the perfect match.Trash like you deserves to rot in hell."
I saw the strands of hair in her hand,mixed with flesh from my scalp and blood.
Clenching my teeth,I refused to cry out in pain.
In these three years,I had endured countless acts of violence.
At first,I fought backbut harsher punishments followed,and I gave up my pride.
My pain and restraint didn't earn myself mercy.
The cellmate smirked at the sweat on my temples,her smile dripping with malice.
She grabbed my cropped hair and dragged me to the washroom.
Ignoring my struggles,she forced my head into a sink,making me gulp down icy water.
When my stomach swelled from the water,she stomped on it,forcing the liquid to spew from my mouth.
She made me kneel,demanding that I admit I was unworthy of Nathan.
I collapsed from unbearable abdominal pain,but she wasn't done with me.
She called a guard,who dragged me to solitary confinement.
The guard strapped me to an electric chair.I woke trembling from the searing pain.
She covered her nose in disgust,ordering me to lick clean the chair I had soiled from the shock-induced incontinence.
As I gagged uncontrollably,she grinned wickedly,carving"whore"into my back with a dagger.
The violence didn't stop despite my fading strength.
The guard patted my face,laughing."Nathan announced his relationship with Miss Evelyn today.Here's a little gift for you from me."
I shrank back,unable to escape,as several repulsive men approached.
Their hands grazed my scarred back,sneering,"A whore like you,think you are better than Miss Evelyn?"
They pinned me down,forcing me to crawl around the cell like a dog.
Seeing my humiliated defiance,they made me shout,"I shouldn't cling to Nathan.I'm a murderer.I'm not worthy of him."
When I clamped my lips shut subbornly,they pressed hard on my bleeding wounds."A filthy thing like you,worthy of the famous lawyer Nathan Carter?"
No matter how much I scrubbed afterwards in the bath,the shame clung to me.
Warm blood pooled beneath me.Staring at their grotesque faces,I couldn't think of what I'd done wrong.
I ended up in this hell to protect Evelyn Pierce and Nathan.
Yet the one who bribed my cellmates to torment me was Evelyn Pierce,the client I once pitied.
She wanted to break me,mentally and physically,she wanted me to rot in this prison.
Three years ago,I met Evelyn for the first time.
She appeared before me as a victim.
When Nathan handled her divorce and domestic violence case,he thought she needed counseling and brought her to me.
Back then,I was a renowned therapist.
Seeing Evelyn's bruises and fragile demeanor,I felt sympathy for her.
I often invited her to our home,treating her like my own little sister.
The day Evelyn called for help,Nathan and I rushed to her.
Worrying about her myself,I didn't notice the distress and urgency in Nathan's eyes.
When a vase smashed onto the abusive man's head,Nathan held Evelyn,comforting her,while I,pale,checked the man's pulse.
I loved Nathan so much that when he sobbed about not wanting his career ruined,I softened.
I wiped his fingerprints from the vase and,under relentless police questioning,took the blame myself for manslaughter.
I thought,back in the years when I was in the orphanage,Nathan always shielded me.
Now,it was my turn to protect him.
But all was only my wishful thinking.
Before I went to prison,Nathan held me with tears in his eyes.
"Sara,I'll wait for you.Take care of yourself in there."
His vow echoed in my ears,but the woman by his side was no longer me.
In prison,I clung to my memories of Nathan to survive.
But now,the cold and bloody truth stared me in the face.
A woman who had been in prison—how could she be worthy of the famous Nathan Carter?
Perhaps,in his mind,not divorcing me was his greatest act of mercy.
Pain spread from my stomach through my limbs.
I collapsed,unable to hold on.
In a long dream,I saw Nathan holding a girl in a wedding dress.
How I wished to ask him in that dream if he truly didn't want me anymore.