DennisI honestly didn’t want to look at the screen, but the minute I heard the music and saw the soft lighting of the camera sweeping across white roses and crystal chandeliers, I knew it was Freya’s wedding again. Every damn day for the past week, some news channel or entertainment show found a new clip, a new angle, a fresh commentary to air. It was either her dress, the venue, vows or even the food.The guards here thought it was entertaining and some of the inmates found it amusing too, watching me squirm while the woman I destroyed stood there glowing, radiant, married to someone else.Victor Whitmore… I used to call him “the enemy” but now I just call him “the better man”. I sat on my bunk, staring at the tiny screen nailed to the common room wall, the volume low but clear enough to hear her laugh. And God, that sound used to be mine. I used to make her laugh like that.I watched the way Victor looked at her, like he’d waited all his life just to earn her smile and I felt some
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