After that, I saw Anthony three times.The first time, I watched security guards chase him away from Clearview University's gates.The second time, I drove home to find him waiting at my door in tattered clothes. Of course, I didn't say a single word to him.The third time, he sat in the defendant's chair while I sat in the gallery.Over the years, Anthony had used his position as a Clearview professor to do plenty of shady deals. The people backing him, worried about being exposed, struck first and pinned all the blame on Anthony alone.Everyone kicked him while he was down. As Anthony was convicted and led away, his eyes found mine. His lips trembled as he mouthed something from across the room.It looked like he said, "I'm sorry."Did he truly regret it? No, he didn't.If I'd given in and let him live happily ever after with Sienna, maybe one day he would have seen through her. But by then, they'd have a houseful of children.He might tolerate everything for their sake, or
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