The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike

Yet, the agony she felt physically paled in comparison to the intense ache in Rosalie’s heart at that very

moment.

She strained to lift her head and locked eyes on Zachary, whose leather-clad shoe was pressing down

on her left hand. The realization that he could be so heartless left her in disbelief

Summoning a deep breath, she said in a hoarse voice. “Did you ever truly love me””

“The greatest mistake of my life was ever being with you” Zachary’s words were delivered in a tone as

cold as ice.

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“Zachary, cripple her hands. It was she who caused the accident that took my sister’s life.” Yvette’s

voice echoed.

In the next instant, Rosalie heard him utter. “All right.”

“Ah!” Rosalie abruptly opened her eyes to the present, realizing she had been dreaming about the

events that unfolded in prison years ago.

She glanced down at her hand, now covered in calluses. After three years of incarceration, her hands

were no longer as tender and smooth as they used to be.

Despite the fact that the nails on her ten fingers had regrown, her hand still bore the remnants of the

injury.

In the past, her finger bones had fractured, healing over time but not flawlessly. The joints appeared

slightly misaligned, impeding her ability to perform delicate movements.

Whenever it was cold and damp, the discomfort in her fingers was exacerbated.

At times, the pain became so excruciating that she yearned to sever her hands just to escape it.

Back then, she was accused of drunk driving, resulting in the accident that caused the death of Melanie

Hamilton. Melanie wasn’t just the eldest daughter of the Hamilton family; she was also the fiancée of

Jonathan Youngblood, a powerful figure in

Strico.

Subsequently, Rosalie found herself abandoned and cast aside by her own family. Ultimately, she

received a three-year prison sentence.

Rosalie rose to her feet, retrieving a cleaning tool as she did.

She was adorned in the fluorescent workwear of a sanitary worker, and the cold weather had bestowed

a slight reddish hue upon her delicate face. Beneath her eyes rested a captivating nose and lips tinted

with a delicate shade of pink. Her lengthy hair was unpretentiously tied into a ponytail.

At a cursory glance, one might assume she had recently graduated from college. However, the youthful

vigor that should have animated her eyes was notably absent, replaced by a hint of dimness.

On this particular day, she was assigned to the night shift. Having dozed off at the Environment and

Sanitation Administration, she had nearly missed her work hours.

Just as she was preparing to depart, a colleague engrossed in her phone caught Rosalie’s attention.

“Huh? Zachary and Yvette are getting engaged. Yvette is truly fortunate to be both a renowned

celebrity and an esteemed lady. And now, she’s marrying into the prominent Xanthos family.”

A sudden tremor coursed through Rosalie’s body, prompting her to hastily depart from the Environment

and Sanitation. Administration.

The names Zachary and Yvette were like aching wounds etched into the very core of Rosalie’s being.

The January night was distinctly cold. Holding a broom, Rosalie diligently swept the road. The bones in

her hands throbbed in response to the frigid air, sending ripples of discomfort through her.

“It’ll be over soon,” Rosalie murmured to herself. For a sanitary worker like her, even accessing

painkillers had become an unattainable luxury.

Amidst her sweeping, a Ferrari unexpectedly pulled to a stop before Rosalie.

A man and a woman emerged from the vehicle. Pallor swept over Rosalie’s face as she recognized the

man.

He was a scion who used to harass her during her time with Zachary and even earned her rebukes.

“If it isn’t the great lawyer, Ms. Leighton? What brings you to road sweeping?” Timothy Sanders

inquired with a knowing glint in his eyes.

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The woman by his side giggled, “She’s a lawyer? How odd!”

“Don’t underestimate Ms. Leighton. She used to be Mr. Zachary Xanthos girlfriend!” Timothy remarked,

casting Rosalie a suggestive glance.

“Your Mr. Xanthos is going to get engaged to Ms. Yvette Hamilton. How about you spend the night with

me? What I can provide you is far beyond your earnings from road sweeping.”

Rosalie was not about to allow him to have his way with her. She struggled to evade the man’s grasp,

but Timothy seized her arm and pinned her against the roadside wall.

Witnessing his intention to touch her, Rosalie raised her foot and kicked at Timothy, taking advantage

of his momentary pain to make her escape.

Timothy’s eyes flared red as he refused to relent. He jumped into his Ferrari and began to chase after

Rosalie.

By now, Rosalie had dashed to the other side of the road.

Strangely, despite the usual nighttime activity in this area, it was hauntingly deserted. Not a soul was in

sight, not even a passing vehicle.

It was as if there was no one around at all

The Ferrari gradually cornered Rosalie against the wall.

As Timothy emerged from the car and lunged toward Rosalie, the sound of approaching footsteps filled

the air.

In the stillness of the night, those footsteps reverberated with an uncanny clarity.

Subsequently, Rosalie caught sight of a tall man.

His bangs nearly veiled his eyes, making it a challenge to discern his countenance. He was garbed in a

time-weathered suit.

‘Step aside! Don’t interrupt me!” Timothy barked at the man.

The man cast a lackadaisical glance toward Timothy, an action that sent an abrupt shiver down the

latter’s spine.

It was a gaze devoid of warmth, as though he perceived the other person to be already deceased.

Timothy spat and swung his fist in an attempt to strike the man, but in the blink of an eye, the man had

Timothy pinned beneath his foot. With his face pressed into the ground. Timothy appeared entirely

helpless.

Right after that, Rosalie bore witness to a lopsided confrontation, a bout that seemed almost entirely

one-sided.

Parked inconspicuously at a hidden corner near the intersection, a car housed Carlos Gibson,

Jonathan’s personal assistant.

Observing the events unfolding. Carlos muttered his prayers, “Mr. Youngblood, please don’t go crazy!”

If Jonathan were to lose his composure, the consequences would be unpredictable. It wouldn’t be a

surprise if he were to

take a life.

Carlos had witnessed Jonathan descend into madness once before, and the memory was etched

deeply into the former’s psyche. Carlos prayed that he’d never have to witness such a scene again.

The road had been closed off for the night, but the sudden intrusion of these individuals and a Ferrari

disrupted Jonathan’s

peace.

On this particular day every year, Jonathan would seal off the entire road, enveloping himself in worn-

out attire.

Nobody dared to question this ritual as if it were a sacred taboo.

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wed,

Despite Carlos having spent several years by Jonathan’s side, he too remained ignorant of the reason

behind this practice,

At this very moment, as he watched Jonathan lift the slightly chubby man and continue to assail him,

Carlos grappled with indecision over whether he should intervene.

Right then, Carlos observed the woman who had been on the verge of being attacked utter something,

and then, inexplicably, Jonathan… halted?