Five years ago, my wife and my best friend sent me to prison. Five years later, I picked up a designated driver order from them. My wife stared at me, stunned, “Luke, you’re released. Why didn’t you come find me?” Before she could finish, the drunk guy next to her pulled her in and kissed her. When she finally steadied the man, I recognized him—my old best friend who’d testified against me for sexual assault and sent me to prison. I pulled my cap lower and took the keys like a pro, “Ma’am, get in. Five-star rating when we’re done, please.” Vanessa slapped the keys out of my hand. Tears streaming, she grabbed my shoulders, “Luke, come home with me right now! Do you know how much Mom, Dad, and I missed you all these years?” I shook her hands off and bent down to pick up the keys. My prosthetic banged against the bumper. Vanessa’s eyes locked on my missing leg. Tears fell. I didn’t get why she was crying. After all, she was the lawyer who believed I’d raped her best friend and personally sent me to prison. …… “Luke, what the hell happened to your leg?” Vanessa’s voice woke up the drunk Greg. He sneered at me, “Well, well, if it isn’t Luke.” “When’d you get out? Should’ve told your boy. I’d have picked you up.” Greg leaned on Vanessa’s shoulder, half-lidded eyes on me. Vanessa wiped her tears and glared at Greg, “Greg, you’re drunk. Watch your mouth.” Greg shrugged and pulled Vanessa’s waist, dragging her into him, “I’m not talking shit. Luke here fucked up and went inside. I’ve been praying every day he’d turn his life around.” Vanessa gasped, “Greg, you’re wasted. Don’t move.” The concern in her voice—exactly like how she used to talk to me. After calming Greg down, she looked at my prosthetic again, “Your leg… what did you go through in there these five years?” Her eyes were bloodshot, but I ignored her. I walked straight to the driver’s seat. “Excuse me. Move.” My movements were clumsy. The wind lifted my pant leg, exposing the cheap metal frame. Vanessa covered her mouth. Tears kept falling. “Luke, don’t be like this. Come home with me. Let’s talk this through…” She reached for me. I dodged. “Ms. Attorney, are you taking this ride or not? If not, I’m canceling.” I pulled out my phone, all business. Greg laughed and yanked Vanessa into his arms. “Babe, why bother with this rapist?” “He didn’t even spare your best friend back then. He’s getting what he deserves now!” “If you ask me, losing one leg’s too light.” Greg reeked of alcohol. Every word stabbed my chest. Five years ago, this so-called best friend got me drunk and threw me into a hotel room. When I woke up, Mia was crying and running out half-dressed. My wife Vanessa burst through the door with the cops. She didn’t listen to a single explanation. Slapped me right there. Even more pathetic—she was a top attorney, and she personally represented Mia and sent me to prison. I pulled my thoughts back and looked at Vanessa. Greg had his arm around her. She frowned but didn’t push him away. “Greg, stop it.” She turned to me, “Luke, let’s continue the ride.” “Money’s tight for you now anyway.” I didn’t say anything. She was right—I was broke. After adjusting the seat, Vanessa helped Greg into the back. The whole drive was dead silent. Only Greg’s occasional mumbling broke the quiet. “Babe, my head hurts. Rub it for me…” Vanessa cooed at him softly. I stared ahead, foot steady on the gas. Half an hour later, we pulled up to a luxury villa complex. This place used to be home for Vanessa and me. “We’re here.” Greg pulled out several hundred dollars and threw them at my face, “Keep the change. Use the rest to buy a decent prosthetic.” “Stop limping around embarrassing yourself.” Smirking, he got out with Vanessa. Vanessa stared at the cash on the floor, frowning, “Luke, don’t take it personally. Greg’s drunk.” “Take the money. Tomorrow… come to the firm tomorrow. I’ll get you a real job.” I opened the door and only picked up exactly the fare. “I don’t take his dirty money.” “Ms. Attorney, don’t forget that five-star rating.” Greg lunged to hit me, but Vanessa stopped him. I walked into the night without looking back.
I went back to my rental. When I unstrapped the prosthetic, the skin beneath was chafed to a bloody ruin. Five years ago, right after I got locked up, Greg visited. He laughed like a maniac, “Luke, you know how wild Vanessa is in bed?” “Don’t worry. Stay inside. I’ll take real good care of your wife, your house, even your company.” I lost it and slammed the glass, screaming. That same night, some inmates dragged me into a blind spot with no cameras. They used metal rods to smash my leg inch by inch. “Someone paid good money for this leg.” I was bedridden for six months. The infection got so bad they had to amputate. Back then, I hated. But five years in prison turned that hate into nothing. The next morning, urgent knocking woke me up. I thought it was the landlord chasing rent. It was Vanessa. “Luke, I made you chicken soup and mashed potatoes.” She walked right in, “Don’t take Greg’s words to heart yesterday. That’s just how he is.” “I came to talk about your future.” I leaned against the doorframe, staring coldly, “What future does a designated driver have?” “Ms. Attorney, go home. Don’t dirty your designer clothes.” Vanessa turned around and sighed, “Luke, don’t talk like that. Just apologize to Mia and get her forgiveness. I’ll let you come back to the firm.” “You can’t practice law, but there’s a cleaning position available.” “30 grand a year. Enough to live on.” She lifted her chin slightly, waiting for me to be grateful. I couldn’t help but laugh, “Vanessa, you want me to apologize to someone who framed me?” Vanessa’s face darkened instantly, “Luke! You still won’t admit your mistake?” “If I hadn’t pulled strings for leniency as your wife, you think you’d only get five years?” She got more worked up and stepped forward to drag me out. I shoved her hand away, “Vanessa, did you actually read the case file back then?” “Why did the hotel hallway cameras conveniently break?” “And what drug was in the drink I had that night?” My questions made her freeze for a second. But quickly, she cut me off impatiently, “Enough, Luke! Are you saying Greg and Mia teamed up to frame you?” “I came here to help you. Don’t be ungrateful!” I pointed at the door, voice ice-cold, “I don’t need your help. Get the fuck out.” Vanessa’s eyes widened. She couldn’t believe I’d talk to her this way, “Luke, you’re delusional! Think you’re still that hotshot lawyer from before?” “You’re a cripple now! An ex-con!” She slammed the door and left. That afternoon, as I was about to take an order, the platform sent a notification. My driver account was permanently banned due to customer complaints. The complaint: disabled pervert driver attempted to assault female passenger. Didn’t need to guess who did it. Greg, you really couldn’t wait.
Before I could even lock my door, the landlord showed up with some thugs blocking the entrance, “Luke, someone’s paying ten times the rent for this place. Get the hell out now!” Before I could react, they threw me onto the street. My clothes and belongings landed all over me. Outside, it was pouring rain. My prosthetic throbbed in the water. A Maybach pulled up, splashing mud all over me. “The great attorney reduced to a dead dog? Luke, you’re pathetic.” Greg blew out a smoke ring. Vanessa rushed out of the car with an umbrella over my head, “Luke, stop being stubborn. Just admit your mistake and bow your head.” “I’ll not only give you a job, I’ll help with housing too. Why push yourself this far?” I braced myself on the ground and stood up. “I don’t need it. So can you two lovebirds fuck off?” Vanessa’s face went stiff. “Luke! When you went to prison, if Greg hadn’t been there for me, I would’ve killed myself!” “I’m trying to help you out of kindness. Do you have to be a porcupine about it?” “Even if you won’t accept my help, don’t break your parents’ hearts. They’ve been looking for you.” Right after she said that, two figures ran over from the distance. Mom and Dad didn’t even have umbrellas. They rushed over frantically. What I didn’t expect—the first thing my parents did when they saw me was slap me across the face. “You bastard, you actually got out! We don’t have a son like you!” “Greg’s our godson now. You rapist should’ve died in prison!” After getting out, I didn’t dare see my parents. I was afraid they’d be hurt by gossip. Never expected they’d already claimed Greg as their son. Greg quickly got out to help them into the car. “Godfather, Godmother, Luke still won’t admit his mistake. Won’t even apologize to the victim.” “Let’s just forget about him. You’ve got me and Vanessa at the firm now. You can retire in peace.” Mom and Dad looked at me with disgust, “Luke, if Greg hadn’t managed the firm all these years, our life’s work would be gone.” “If you still won’t admit your mistake, you’re on your own from now on!” The Maybach drove off. I limped into the night. Even my parents didn’t believe me. I really was a failure. But to survive, I went to a construction site for labor. The foreman looked at my prosthetic and waved me off. “Get lost. We don’t hire cripples. Who’s liable if something happens?” I grabbed his arm tight, “I’m strong. I’ll take half the pay. Just give me meals.” The foreman was getting annoyed and about to push me off. A cleaning lady nearby suddenly gasped, “You… you’re Mr. Luke?” I froze. I looked closely at the woman. The cleaning lady glanced around and pulled me to a corner. She took out a voice recorder from her pocket. “Mr. Luke, I’m so sorry. Greg gave me a hundred grand back then to break the cameras.” “But I secretly recorded audio. It’s got him and Mia plotting to frame you for assault.” “Don’t tell anyone I gave this to you. My conscience just couldn’t take it anymore, so I kept this hidden.” So that was it. Five years wrongfully imprisoned. My leg gone. Finally, the truth.
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