Michael Scofield Wife In Prison Break の小説・ストーリー

“What’s her name, sir?” “Elena Martinez.” “Elena?” Michael asked in confirmation, his tone suddenly changing. “Yes, that’s what I said,” he affirmed. “Is something wrong?” “Sir, Elena Martinez is no longer in the camp.” “What do you mean my wife is not in camp?” William retorted, his voice getting louder. “Sir, your wife left the camp already,” Michael answered. “She left yesterday at exactly 9:30 pm.” William’s eyes widened.

he said to Gary who nodded and treated her the same way everyone of them did. “No!” Sasha screamed, “no, don’t leave me please. Please, I’m begging you, don’t leave me, Michael please,” she started running after him but she couldn’t move, her legs were chained to the laughing Craig on the floor in the pool of blood. She tried to grab a hold of her husband’s shirt but she couldn’t move her hands, she has been handcuffed and two police officers were pulling her to their car and she could see the judge sentencing her to life imprisonment. She looked back at the man who vowed to protect her on their wedding day, leaving her alone with their son, her world crumbled and she knew she had no one to

Sir Carlo jerked up from the chair and hurriedly walked over to his office leaving Michael and Eva in one room. "Don't worry yourself too much. I will be here for you and Liam always, just get your head back in the game so that we can find a way to get Christina out of prison quickly." Eva gently grazed his shoulder and let out a comforting mug on her face then jerked up and sauntered upstairs to put baby Liam in his crib. Michael bobs his head in response to his mother's gesture with a fake tight-lipped smile. He hangs around alone in the room as he inclined in the chair and spent the rest of the day staring out to space without eating anything that day…

His eyes went incredibly cold. "I don't report to you anymore, Mr. Zimmerman," Michael said softly, the casual tone disappearing into something much darker. "Miss Thomas is my client. My job is to make sure she signs her documents and leaves this building without any interference from the uninterested parties. All of them." "She’s my wife, Michael." "She was a secretary in a bad spot," Michael countered, his voice snapping like a twig. "And right now, she’s someone who doesn't want to see you. If she did, she wouldn't disappear, would she?"

She balled up her hands into fists. It was high time she dealt with that Emily herself. Yeah, she no longer had the director's favor, and she was gradually losing the top one position to the stupid girl. The sex scandal was her only ticket to saving her life now. She fall back on the plan she had with the minister. ***** Michael was almost going crazy as he walked back and forth. He really missed his wife. At first, he thought Evelyn eloped with some other guy, but after he received that message, he knew she was kidnapped.

"Alex, someone's sending a message. Someone with intimate knowledge of Michael's symbols and enough resources to duplicate something that was supposed to be unique." The jet hit a patch of turbulence, the cabin shuddering briefly. Griffin stirred but didn't wake, one hand unconsciously reaching toward his laptop bag—the motion of someone accustomed to protecting his work even in sleep. I pulled out my own encrypted tablet, accessing the file Maria had sent three hours ago—sent from a burner email to a dead drop account we'd established during the early days of her cooperation. Michael's wife had remained married to him throughout the trial, playing the role of devoted spouse for the cameras

I slammed the door shut and leaned against it, my chest heaving. He watched me, sipping his whiskey. "Who?" "Matt. My ex-husband. He just... he found me. In the hallway." Michael went very still. The glass lowered slowly. "That's not possible." "I saw him. He grabbed me." My wrist still ached where Matt's fingers had dug in. I hugged myself, surrounded by the scent of Michael's skin and whiskey. It should have been comforting. Instead, it just made me feel more exposed. He took a step closer. "Stacy. Matt is in a federal holding facility. He's not supposed to get out for months. I made sure of it."

I ask. “Because you're still my wife, yes the divorce papers may have been signed but until the papers gets signed by a judge, we're still legally married. And you're also breaching our marriage contract which states we must stay in the same house as long as we're still husband and wife. You can go to jail for breach, my dear wife,” Micheal replies, he tiltes his head and looks at Susie like he wants to murder her. “Fine, if I must follow the agreement on the contract, then I will.” I say and Micheal smiles at me, believing he's won but he's very mistaken.

Reporters stood by cars, holding mics, whispering to each other like birds ready to fly. Selene grabbed her robe tighter and kept her head down, walking fast. A voice shouted, “Mrs. Selene, is it true your husband is not the boy’s father?” “Is the marriage in trouble?” “Was there cheating involved?” Selene pushed through, face lowered, heart pounding. Security blocked the cameras, guiding her inside again, but it was too late. The story was out. Across the city, people were already reading it. AT DORIAN’S FAMILY HOUSE Emily, Dorian’s mother, sat in her big living room with a cup of tea on the table beside her. The news played on the TV.

Just as I was about to pass out from lack of oxygen, she finally pulled her hand away. I gasped violently, my body trembling with lingering fear as I slumped onto the couch. In that instant, countless memories flashed through my mind. I couldn't hold it in any longer, and tears fell from my eyes. I was crying for the past that we could never return to, for this hopeless marriage, and most of all, for the pathetic person I had become. Monica stood before me coldly, completely unmoved. She didn't even let me catch my breath before she grabbed my chin again, her voice sinister and icy.