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Tess Ember walked out of prison with a six-month-old baby in her arms. A year and a half ago, her husband of ten years—the man she loved—threw her behind bars. Her stepsister, the one she treated like family, faked evidence with her childhood friend. Her parents cut ties. Refused to call a convict their daughter. They rose by crushing her love, pride, and dignity. Now she's free. All she wants is a divorce and peace for her child. But her ex shows up, eyes red. "Tess, I was blind. I've only ever loved you." Her stepsister and parents beg for forgiveness. "We were wrong. Please ... just give us a chance." Even her childhood friend is on his knees. "I did it for you! It was just a year in prison. I can take care of you." Tess holds her baby close, her voice soft but steady. "Layla, they're all bad people." She doesn't look back. She'll build a world for her daughter—on her own terms. Chapter 1 The Woman With the Baby Tess Ember stepped out of the prison gates. The wind hit her like a slap. She immediately tightened her arms around the small bundle in her chest, shielding it from the cold. When the gust finally died down, she lifted the corner of the baby blanket. A tiny face peeked out. Soft. Rosy. Perfect. The baby cooed, blowing a small bubble. Misty round eyes blinked up at her. "Layla, my sweet girl," Tess whispered, rocking her gently. Layla Ember was six months old and rarely cried. As long as she was in her mother's arms, the world felt warm and safe. A city bus pulled up in the distance. Tess hugged Layla closer, dropped two coins into the fare box, and slipped into a seat near the back. At the same moment, a sleek black Bentley rolled to a stop in front of the prison. Inside the back seat sat a man. His profile was sharp, his eyes half-closed with exhaustion. When he opened them, the fatigue disappeared. Only coldness remained. His gaze settled on the weathered stone sign above the gate. Aetheris Women's Prison. Finn Lock looked away and checked the time on his watch. His voice was calm. Too calm. "Why isn't she out yet?" Bill Cook, the driver, answered quickly. "Maybe there's a delay with the paperwork, Mr. Lock." He hesitated, then added carefully, "But today is the official end of Mrs. Lock's sentence. I'm sure she'll be happy you came to pick her up yourself." Finn let out a quiet breath. "Happy?" He lowered his gaze, hiding the chill in his eyes. "She should be sorry. A year and a half ago, she worked with the Hunts and leaked our company's confidential files. She threw everything away. Her marriage. Her future. She chose to play the spy instead of being my wife. That was on her." His voice turned colder. "Let's see if she has the nerve to face me now." The tension inside the car grew thick, the air turning nearly suffocating. Bill didn't dare say another word. After a moment, he cracked the window open for air. Just then, the bus beside them rumbled to life. Bill glanced over. Then froze. "Huh?" He leaned closer to the window. "Wait a second… isn't that Mrs. Lock?" Finn rubbed his brow, his head pounding from a long night of back-to-back international meetings. He was drained at this point, so he didn't even open his eyes when he asked. "What?" "Oh, sorry, Mr. Lock," the driver muttered, shaking his head as the bus pulled away. "I just mistook a woman for Mrs. Lock." The driver made a quick judgment. Though that woman looked a lot like Mrs. Lock, she was holding a baby. That couldn't possibly be her. When Mrs. Lock went to prison, she had just turned 22. Her marriage to Mr. Lock had been cold from the start. They had never even shared a bed. Finn snapped his eyes open. The prison gates remained shut. The bus drove past. But through the open window, Finn caught a fleeting glimpse of the young woman's profile as she cradled a baby in her arms. Loose strands of hair fell across her face, covering her cheeks. He couldn't see what she really looked like, only the softness in her eyes as if she were gazing at the most precious thing in the world. And just like that, Finn's thoughts were dragged back 18 months. That night, he had been drinking after a business dinner. His grandma's words kept echoing in his mind. "You're married now. Don't make me wait to long for a grandkid." He remembered Tess taking off his shoes and coat, wiping his face and hands, giving him water, and then half-dragging, half-carrying him to bed. And as she bent down to cover him with a blanket, he reached out and grabbed her wrist. "Isn't this what you want? You had my grandma pressure me to have a baby with you. Well, tonight you get your wish." He pulled her into his arms. She looked very delicate as she lay beneath him, her cheeks blushing. A faint, sweet scent clung to her skin—something soft, something that tugged at the last threads of his restraint. Somehow, he leaned down. He lingered, drawing things out with the foreplay. In the haze of it all, he took her. Somewhere through the blur, he thought he heard her crying, "Not like this, Finn. I don't want this." He sneered inwardly. Playing hard to get, huh? If you didn't want this, why push grandma to pressure me? Hypocrite.  The thought of it enraged him. The second time he took her, he pinned her wrists above her head and kissed her roughly. The next morning, he was buttoning up his shirt while she was curled up in the sheets, sobbing quietly. Without looking back, he said coldly, "You brought this on yourself." But as he stepped outside, police officers were already waiting. "Mr. Lock, we've gathered evidence. Your employee, Tess Ember, is suspected of leaking confidential company documents. We're placing her under arrest. If we're not mistaken, she's also your wife." Finn's gaze turned cold, and he clenched his jaw. "Don't worry about my reputation. Do as I told you before, go for the maximum sentence once you find the culprit." So they dragged her out of the bedroom. She was barely dressed, wearing only a camisole under a thin jacket. Rain poured over the garden. She collapsed on the wet ground, crying as she looked at him. "Finn, you have to believe me. I'm innocent." "If pleas like this were useful, the police would be without jobs." He stood under the eaves with his hands in his pockets, unmoved. "I won't accept any settlement. Not even a fortune. Whoever did this will face the consequences. I'll make sure of it." The police dragged her away. Tess turned around and glanced at him again and again. Her eyes were red and swollen, and her neck was marked with hickeys. Drop by drop, her tears splashed onto the rain-soaked stone tiles. Finn pressed his dry lips into a thin line and quickly looked away. "Get the car ready. I'm going to work." The maids behind him were trembling in fear. They huddled together and whispered quietly, but no one dared to speak out loud. They watched Tess being dragged out. The moment the door slammed shut, she finally laughed through her tears. She had loved Finn for ten whole years, and in that instant, all of it vanished. She was truly done. ... "Mr. Lock, should we keep waiting?" An hour had passed. Bill finally spoke up. Finn's thoughts were a blur. He finally tore himself free from the grip of those long-buried memories. His jawline was sharp and tense. "No. If she wants to walk back on her own, let her." He meant well, even pushing back an important board meeting to pick her up. What a waste of time. "Yes, Mr. Lock." The engine started, and the car pulled away. Even after they'd driven some distance, Bill couldn't help but glance in the rearview mirror. The prison gates are still shut with no sign of Mrs. Lock. Weird. What game is Mrs. Lock playing? She knows we're coming. Why delay things on purpose? Is she deliberately throwing a tantrum to piss off Mr. Lock? She'd already done the time. What's the point of being stubborn now? Doesn't she get it? A criminal record doesn't just disappear. No matter how brilliant and unstoppable she used to be, her days of being a star attorney are long over. Bill shook his head and pressed down on the gas. In the backseat, Finn had opened his tablet and was reviewing his emails—but his brows stayed furrowed. Clearly, he was upset. Later that night, in the garden of Evermount Villa, crabapple blossoms littered the walkway. Finn stepped out of the study. He was dressed in a dark, matching set of loungewear. As he walked, he noticed the bedroom light was on and couldn't help quickening his pace.

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