Fate Ends, Contract Breaks
Language: en
Ben took the fall for me, a ten-year prison sentence. Before he went in, he meticulously arranged everything that mattered to him: Sterling Corp, the empire he built from scratch, and the girl he cherished. But for me, his wife of many years, all that was left was a yellowed contract. “You helped me ten years ago. Now I’m serving your time. We’re even, Clara.” I silently watched Ben through the glass. I searched for any flicker of emotion in his eyes, but all I found was cold indifference and a profound sense of relief. It hit me then, a cold, hard truth: he had never loved me. “Alright,”…