All Chapters of Wife's Second Chance : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Eric's POV I realized that this decision might alienate me from those around me, but I would rather fight alone than get caught up in a game I didn’t trust. I remained silent, then turned and walked forward. There, the guard was waiting to take me back to my cell. The first trial had concluded, but there were still two more sessions to be held step by step. The time between these trials would not be held all at once, providing space to breathe even in a stressful situation.Although this situation felt heavy, I still had time to hope, even if that hope felt empty. No verdict had been passed yet, and that provided a glimmer of light in the darkness. I could still imagine other possibilities that could occur in the future.As I walked back to my cell, these thoughts continued to swirl in my mind. Perhaps there was another path I could take, or maybe there was new evidence that could change everything. I knew that even if everything seemed bleak, there was no har

Eric's POV The health officer immediately began to work. They carefully cleaned my wound with cold water, ensuring that all dirt and pus around the wound were removed. The cold sensation was somewhat refreshing, but it did not alleviate the ongoing pain.After cleaning the wound, they applied alcohol. The stinging sensation hit me immediately, and I had to hold my breath. That moment made me realize how serious the condition I was facing really was. Although the pain was disturbing, I knew all of this was essential for my healing. "I'm sorry," the health officer said, treating me quite politely. I resigned myself to the care they were providing. Although I occasionally groaned and struggled not to scream, the pain and ache from this wound felt like it was burning and deeply embedded. The sensation felt as if it were almost hitting the bone, radiating through my entire leg and rooting into every nerve fiber.However, amid the pain, my thoughts drifte

Eric's POV As the trial proceeded, I tried to focus, listening to every question and statement made. However, my thoughts always returned to Malisa and Roby, wondering how they were feeling about all of this. I wanted to fix everything, but I knew this journey wouldn't be easy. The trial process went relatively smoothly, although there was a bit of chaos midway. The atmosphere became tense, but I tried to stay focused. Among the crowd present, Malisa's gaze was directed at me. The sparkle in her eyes hinted at feelings I could interpret, but could not express. Anxiety washed over me as I sensed something strange in her stare. I felt that she still harbored feelings of love and affection for me, despite the vast distance this situation had created between us. That look reminded me of the beautiful memories we once shared, when everything felt simpler and full of hope. Now, we were in such a different place, and everything felt so foreign. I didn't know how long this situation woul

Eric's POV Trying to maintain my composure, I attempted not to show my fear. "I'm here to serve my sentence," I replied softly, trying to convey that I didn't want to get involved in any conflict. They laughed, their voices filled with mockery. "A sentence? Here, we set the rules. You need to learn to respect your elders!" one of them said, moving closer in a menacing manner. I looked at them one by one, hoping to find at least one person who wasn't too bad and could befriend me. However, all the long-term inmates here appeared fierce and intolerant toward newcomers like me. Despair began to fill my mind, and I knew I had no choice but to accept this reality and situation. "Nice to meet you," said someone right in front of me before delivering a hard punch to my stomach. "Ouch," I exclaimed spontaneously, groaning in pain. The pain shook my body, and I had to bend over to lessen the impact of the sudden attack. The laughter from the other inmates filled the air, adding to the sh

Malisa’s POVI sighed heavily."I know, but sometimes I wonder if the right punishment can erase all this pain. Is there another way? Perhaps, behind all this, there are lessons to be learned, not just punishment."Mariana looked at me seriously. "Justice isn't just about punishment; it's also about the process of understanding and repairing. But sometimes, we must remember that actions have consequences. Whatever happens tomorrow, it will be part of our journey."I fell silent, contemplating Mariana's words. Perhaps she was right, but still, this feeling of uncertainty was hard to ignore. In that silence, I knew that whatever happened in tomorrow's hearing, my life and the lives of those around us would never be the same again."Mariana, I feel like there’s something weighing on my heart. It’s a feeling that’s hard to explain," I said, confused by my suddenly shifting emotions. "What is it, Ma'am? If you don’t mind, share it with me. Don’t hesitate if you want to share your story w