“Prisoner 9527, you’re free to go.”
The prison gates creaked open, and the blinding sunlight pierced my eyes like a blade. For a moment, I felt like a ghost stumbling back into the land of the living.
Right then, a message popped up on my phone.
My former fiancé, Callum Drayton, was beginning to regain consciousness.
The moment I read those words, my vision blurred. Tears streamed down my face before I could stop them.
I hadn’t shed a single tear during the false charges, the beatings, or the suffocating solitude behind bars.
But that message cracked me open.
This was the moment I had waited for, for what felt like an eternity.
Ten years ago, Callum had been in a tragic car crash the night before our wedding. He had slipped into a coma, and the man I loved became a silent shell.
In desperation, I had knelt in a chapel for ninety-nine days straight. The priest, moved by my devotion, told me God had sent a message.
Complete one hundred acts of penance with the right people, and your lover will return.
That became my miracle, my one purpose: to bring Callum back to life.
For ten years, I gave everything to Jaxon. No pride. No limits. I did everything he asked without question.