Good Roasts And Comebacks Novels & Stories

I hadn’t intended to go, but Jane said it might be worth seeing his final downfall, like closing the chapter on the misfortune he once brought into my life. Through the glass of the visitation room, I saw Hugh again. He was dressed in a prison jumpsuit, his hair dirty and disheveled. Due to the backlash from his own misfortune, his once-handsome face was covered with red, unhealing pustules, giving him a terrifying, almost grotesque appearance. The moment he saw me, he lunged toward the glass, his bloodshot eyes fixed on me. “Edward… why? How did you beat me?” He ground his teeth as he said, “I was the one who was supposed to be favored! The Heavens were on my side!”