With their coordinated pleas and her tearful oath, I took the fall and went to prison in Clara's place.
For ten years, I endured unimaginable torment behind bars.
The only thing that kept me going, the only reason I worked hard to "reform," was the thought of reuniting with Clara.
However, in the end, her so-called promise had long since been tossed away like garbage. Even if someone mentioned it was now considered a crime.
Back then, I had been willing to walk through fire for love. Now, I realized I was nothing more than a moth drawn to the flame, that would only be burned alive.
I forced down the bitterness in my throat and spoke. "Give them a sum of money and cut all ties. Otherwise, we divorce."
The moment I said it, the guilt-ridden, apologetic expressions on my in-laws' faces vanished. Their eyes turned cold.
"Absolutely not!" they yelled. "We finally have grandsons! What gives you, a disgraced ex-con, the right to kick them out?"
My eyes locked on Clara's
Ten years! I had held on to my obsession for ten years. So, I wanted to give her one last chance. Maybe even give me one.
It was obvious that she did not think how resolute I was because her face turned very gloomy.