Chapter 156 When Maxwell finally confessed, the full scope of his crimes became clear. Drug trafficking, assassination, human trafficking. He had been operating in the criminal underworld for decades and had built a network of corrupt officials and deadly operatives, using his position to commit crimes and then cover them

Chapter 155 I stood up slowly, my body feeling heavy, like I was moving through water. The house was quiet except for the soft sounds of Dylan and Danielle playing in their nursery down the hall. My beautiful children, who would now grow up without ever really knowing their father.

Chapter 154 That night, I couldn’t sleep. I tossed and turned, my mind racing with thoughts of Liam. What could Liam have written that was so important? What truth was he finally ready to tell? What has he done this time? By 3 a.m., I gave up. I slipped out

Chapter 153 The new house still felt surreal, like I was living in someone else’s dream. Noah had thought of everything—the way the late afternoon light streamed through the large windows in the living room, the way the kitchen opened onto the garden where Dylan and Danielle could play safely,

Chapter 152 After hanging up, I returned to my cell and pulled out a piece of paper and a pencil. My hands shook as I began to write, but the words came easily now. I’d been thinking about what I needed to say for weeks. My dearest Diane, I know

Chapter 151 The weeks following my sentencing blurred together in a haze of pain and humiliation. What had started as isolated incidents of violence had evolved into a pattern of torture. Every day brought new forms of cruelty, new ways for my fellow inmates to remind me of my place

Chapter 150 “This wedding cannot hold,” he continued, his voice carrying clearly through the church, “until the woman of my dreams says yes to me!” The congregation began to murmur, confused but intrigued. But then the speaker stepped into view, and my panic turned to confusion. It was Henry, Joan’s

Chapter 149 The prison doors closed behind us with a finality that seemed to echo through my entire body. I clutched Dylan tighter against my chest, my legs shaking as we walked toward the car. Every step felt like I was walking through quicksand, the weight of Liam’s confession crushing

Chapter 148 The echo of the visiting room door slamming shut echoed through my chest like a funeral bell. I stood there for what felt like hours, staring at the metal door through which Diane had disappeared with our children,still unable to fully process that those beautiful babies were mine.

Chapter 147 As I watched this scene unfold, I felt Noah’s hand on my shoulder. I turned to see him pulling out the wedding invitation we’d brought with us. He handed it to me with a small nod. “Liam,” I said, taking the elegant card from Noah. “There’s something we