On Our Wedding, He Sent Me to Prison to Save His MistressChapter 1: Released from Prison
On her wedding day, Helena fell from a glamorous bride to a despicable criminal—cuffed and handed over to the police by the very man she had trusted as a husband.
The wail of sirens ripped the wedding's romance to shreds.
Dressed in white, clutching Jackson's hand as if that grip could anchor her, Helena shook her head with everything she had left.
Her makeup was ruined; tears and despair streaked her face.
"It wasn't me—believe me! Jackson, I didn't hurt Laica!" she cried.
Jackson's eyes were cold as ice. He pried her fingers apart one by one with deliberate force. "The evidence is solid. Laica was assaulted—the law cannot bow to sentiment," he said, as if reading from a ledger. "Three years in prison is nothing. When you get out, we'll remarry."
Those three years became a nightmare she could never fully forget—countless beatings, sleeping in filth, humiliation that carved itself into her bones.
On the day she was released, she limped on an injured leg, stumbling and dragging herself toward Jackson's house.
The door was slightly ajar.
From inside, Shawn's amused voice drifted. "Jack, Helena is out of prison today. Are you really planning to hold the postponed wedding next month? If you hadn't forged the evidence and sent her away three years ago, she'd be Professor Hamilton's prized student by now—her future would've been limitless."
"A reformed convict? What future could she possibly have?" Jackson's voice was cold, emotionless.
"The promise to marry her after she got out was nothing more than a lie to comfort her—a way to make her go to prison willingly and clear the path for Laica."
Helena froze as if struck by lightning. The words landed like knives, each one slicing her open.
"You're indeed ruthless," Shawn said, almost admiringly. "You stole her research and handed it to Laica. You even told the prison guards to break her leg."
"Now she's a cripple and a criminal—she'll never be able to compete with Laica again." Shawn clicked his tongue with relish.
Helena's mind went blank, her world collapsing in an instant.
Forged evidence? Broke her leg?
All of that... was Jackson's doing?
She covered her mouth and bit down hard on the back of her hand to keep from making a sound, but her tears fell uncontrollably, like strings of pearls snapping apart.