Austin’s POVThe prison cell was a cold, gray tomb, its concrete walls closing in like a vise, but the real cage was the fire in my heart, a relentless inferno of betrayal that had burned since the day Olivia walked away. My pulse raced, my hands shaking as I gripped the edge of my cot, my fingers digging into the thin mattress until they ached. My throat was tight, raw with the sting of her choice—going back to Lucas, Preston, the man I’d framed for murder, the man who’d stolen her the moment I was locked up. My eyes burned, stinging with unshed tears as I pictured her face, her smile, the love I’d believed was mine forever. I’d hired a man to watch them, a shadow trailing their every move, whispering reports of her living in his house, kissing him in the morning light, raising Lily like they were a perfect family. My heart ached, a sharp, twisting pain that made my stomach churn, my throat burning with the vow I’d made in the dark: I’d escape, and I’d make them suffer.In the c
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