Inside the women's prison.
Claire Wynne slowly reached the door with a big belly. She had been locked up for two days and had eaten nothing because of that man. A piece of bread was kicked near the door and she reached out her red hands to pick up the hard, dirty bread and ate it bit by bit. Suddenly the door opened. "Claire Wynne, you have a visitor," a prison guard said. Without time to think, Claire was roughly dragged and pushed into the visiting room. Behind the door, she finally saw the man she had loved for ten years. "How is your mother?" She asked sadly. "How dare you ask that!" Jason Bradford suddenly grabbed her by the neck and looked extremely cruel, as if he wanted to kill her. "Because of you, my mother will never wake up again. It's okay that you tricked me into sleeping with you and kidnapped Alice. I can let all that go. But how dare you hurt my mother when she loves you so much!" Claire could only shake her head. She had loved him since they were in college, but she hid her feelings well after she understood that he loved Alice. Until a few years later, one day after a party at the club, she woke up naked in bed with this man after they both got very drunk. A month later it was confirmed that she was pregnant. The news became public because he was one of the famous businessmen in the business world and his mother forced Jason to marry her. One day the mother called Claire to come to the old house, but Claire found the woman lying on the floor covered in blood when she opened the door. Soon after, Claire suddenly became a suspect, even though she knew nothing about Jason's mother's death. At that moment, Alice also suddenly disappeared. Claire pleaded with Jason, "Jason, I didn't hurt your mother. Trust me for the sake of our child, okay?" "Our child?" Jason's cold gaze fixed on her huge belly. "Get an abortion! Your child is a disgrace!" His cruel words hurt her. "My mother is dead. If you still have a conscience, tell me where Alice is." He continued. Completely desperate, Claire cried out in a high voice, "I didn't hurt your mother, I didn't kidnap Alice! Why don't you believe me? This child is your child too, why are you so cruel? Why?" The man narrowed his eyes. "If you are still stubborn, then stay in prison to atone for your sins!" Seeing Jason turn and leave the room, Claire ran after him, but it was too late, so all she could do was bang on the door while screaming. "Jason, I'm innocent! Please get me out of here, I'm scared!" Her heart was breaking and she couldn't even breathe. She clung to the wall and cried in a muffled voice, showing her stubbornness. "Alice's disappearance is not my fault, if you want me to die in prison, then let it happen," she muttered to herself, resigned to the situation. Somehow, Claire was finally found guilty in the trial a few days later. It was New Year's Eve, the day she was officially sent to another women's prison, the bigger one. She was covered in bruises from the prisoners' beatings and could not wake up. At that time she could only protect her belly and was close to death. Why was everyone so cruel, even to a pregnant woman? In the evening, everyone went to the New Year's Eve party while she was lying on a hard, cold bed. Thinking of Jason's cruelty, she couldn't hold back her tears, and suddenly thick smoke appeared unexpectedly, while flames could be seen from the window. Claire struggled to get out of bed and crawled to the door with a big belly. When she reached the door, she pushed hard, but to no avail. Why was there suddenly a fire? How could this have happened? Claire turned pale in an instant as her hand continued to pound on the door. "Please, please, save me..." At that moment, she could clearly hear people whispering behind the door. "Don't help her. Mr. Jason has given his orders. We must let her die." "Ah! You mean that fire..." "Shhh!" Let it be a secret between us. " The muttering faded with the sound of footsteps. Claire leaned against the door. Her heart was breaking and she began to shiver violently. It turned out that Jason really wanted her to meet her end here? But this baby was innocent! Did he hate her too much to kill his own child? The smoke grew thicker and she couldn't open her eyes. But thinking of her child, she still knocked on the door with all her might, and still no one came. So it was all over? Was she really going to die like this just because she loved a man so much? If she was given a chance to live, she hoped she would never have to see him again. * * * It was snowing. Jason covered his grieving grandmother with a blanket and got up to draw the curtains. As he approached the window, the phone rang. He unconsciously answered it, but froze a second later. "She... died?"Alice gave a slow nod. “It was Mandy. She was never some innocent girl to begin with. I always knew she was obsessive and manipulative. She said if I didn’t leave, she’d hurt me and my sister. You know me, Jason. My sister’s the only family I have left, and I couldn’t risk anything happening to her.” She turned her eyes to the window, her voice barely holding together. “I was scared. I wanted to tell you, but I just couldn’t. Every time I tried to reach out, my mind filled with the worst possible scenarios. And I… I was too much of a coward to take that risk.” Jason lowered his head, fists clenched on the table. Anger, sadness, and relief all collided in a way that left him completely overwhelmed. “There wasn’t any room left for me in your heart anyway,” Alice said softly. “I told Claire everything. That the woman you truly loved all along was her. That you were only with me because you thought she had moved on with Leon. And after you two got married, I knew you were happy… just b
That night, Claire’s apartment felt quieter than usual. Jason and Claire had just gotten back, weighed down by more than just exhaustion. They dropped their bags with heavy steps, like they were carrying a burden far heavier than anyone could see.Suddenly, Kimberly and Calvin stood up, eyes shimmering as they looked straight at Claire.“Mom,” Kimberly said, her voice soft but steady.Claire froze. Her heart stopped. Jason looked between them, confused and overwhelmed.“Kids, we need to tell you something,” Jason said, his voice trembling, though he had no idea where to begin.Calvin stepped beside Kimberly, eyes filled with tears. “We already know. Aunt Claire… you’re our mom. We’ve known for a while.”Claire and Jason looked at each other, stunned. “You knew?”“Yeah. Calvin suspected it early on. He forced Arthur to tell us. Arthur didn’t want to, but eventually he gave in—only after we promised to pretend we didn’t know until Dad told us himself.”Claire broke down in tears. These
Jason looked down for a moment, taking a deep breath, trying to swallow the storm inside him. Then he raised his head again and looked straight at Leon. His eyes were sharp, filled with anger and questions—but also, unavoidably, a flicker of gratitude.“I got Claire out by disguising her as a corpse,” Leon said. “She had already lost consciousness, and eventually…” He glanced at Claire before continuing, “the doctors said they needed to perform an emergency C-section to save her baby. I signed the consent form, and I handed the twins over to Jason.”“So the body that burned in the fire and was claimed to be Claire Bradford’s… was someone else?” the judge asked.Leon nodded slowly. His voice shook a little as he said, “Yeah. Claire was presumed dead in that fire, and the body was swapped with another victim. After that, I took her out of the country—and disappeared.”“Did you also bribe the autopsy team to say that the body was Claire Bradford’s?” the prosecutor cut in.“No,” Leon said
The courtroom was packed. A low murmur filled the space between the rows of wooden benches, echoing off the high ceilings of the grand Manhattan courthouse. Media cameras sat in the corners, red lights blinking as they captured every second of what had become the trial of the year: the final court session for General Victor Langston and Mandy.Jason sat at the plaintiff’s table, dressed in a sharp black suit, though his face still carried the fading signs of bruises—one at his left temple, another hidden beneath his collar. His right hand looked a little stiff as he adjusted a folder on the table. His shoulder wasn’t fully healed yet. But his eyes were focused, full of determination.Claire had just entered through the side door when she froze. Her eyes widened as they landed on Jason. She had no idea someone had tried to kill her ex-husband the night before.Jason gave her a small nod, almost like he was saying, “I’m still here. Stay focused.”The prosecutor stood up. “Your Honor, we
Mandy scoffed. “You really think the world runs on good intentions? Look around, Jason. Laws can be bought. Witnesses can ‘disappear.’ Even cops can be paid off. And you... you honestly believe this ends just because you have ‘evidence’ and ‘truth’ on your side?”Jason didn’t answer.“I’m not going to rot behind bars. You know that. The system can’t touch people like me... or General Langston.”“Then,” Jason finally said, his voice barely more than a whisper, “I’ll touch you both in my own way.”Mandy narrowed her eyes. “You’ll get crushed.”“I already was,” Jason shot back. “But that wreckage taught me what to rebuild... and what to burn to the ground.”The silence between them stretched thin.Then Jason stood up. He looked at Mandy one last time—no anger this time, just certainty.“You can’t change the past. But you don’t get to use it as an excuse to run from the future you created.”He turned to leave.Right before the door shut, Mandy said softly but clearly, “You’ll regret not s
Morning had just started to creep in through the tall windows of Mandy’s fancy townhouse in Upper East Side, New York.The sky outside was gray and heavy, but inside, everything looked picture-perfect—fresh lilies in a vase on the dining table, polished marble counters, and the soft scent of vanilla hanging in the air.Mandy sat gracefully at the breakfast table, dressed in a light gray silk robe, holding a cup of black coffee in her left hand while her right flipped through a stack of confidential files she hadn’t managed to destroy yet.Her eyes were sharp, calm—like someone still in full control.Until that knock came.Three times. Quiet, but firm. Not the kind of knock you'd get from a delivery guy. And definitely not from a friend just dropping by.Mandy slowly turned her head toward the front door, eyes narrowing. Something felt... off.“Nora,” she called.A middle-aged woman—her housekeeper who’d been with her for years—stepped out from the kitchen. “Yes, ma’am?”“See who it is