After being released from prison, I immediately spotted the black luxury car parked at the entrance. In the snow, Yves Whitman and our son Noah Whitman stood in front of the car. Yves coldly said, “Aria, do you understand what you did wrong? You need to turn over a new leaf. Let’s go home.” Meanwhile, the son I had risked my life to give birth to blocked my way and said, “Go apologize to Sarah, or I’ll never acknowledge you as my mother again!” Looking at the two similar faces before me, I felt my heart ache. This time, I truly gave up. I wanted neither of them. I didn’t expect Yves would come to pick me up personally when I got out of prison. He stood at the prison gate in the falling snow, holding Noah’s hand, and said, “Aria, I’ve come to get you.” In the past, I would have immediately rushed toward them with joy, embracing them. But now, I looked at them, feeling nothing but calm inside. Yves said coldly, “Aria, do you understand what you did wrong? You need to turn over a new leaf. Let’s go home.” But Noah stubbornly blocked the car and said, “We’re not going home! Mom needs to apologize to Sarah first! Otherwise, I’ll never acknowledge you as my mother again!” Wearing only thin clothes, I stood shivering in the snow, frowning at Noah, but said nothing. I felt dazed and disoriented, finding it hard to believe this was the son I had risked my life to give birth to. Yves pulled Noah aside and gestured for me to get in the car. “Let’s go. Noah is right. We’ll go to the Starlight Hotel first. Sarah has prepared a celebration party for you there. When you see Sarah, you can apologize to her in person.” I looked at him in disbelief and said disappointedly, “I don’t want to go. I just want to go home now.” Yves insisted on pulling me into the car, gently persuading me: “Aria, you’re an adult now. You need to take responsibility for your actions and set a good example for Noah. When you make mistakes, you must face the consequences. Being stubborn will only hurt you.” I stared at his serious face and said, “I want to go home first, take a shower, and change my clothes.” But Noah shouted for the driver to go directly to the hotel. “No, that would waste too much time! We can’t keep Sarah waiting. I promised Sarah we’d come straight to her after picking you up.” Yves nodded in agreement. “You and Sarah know each other well, don’t worry, she won’t blame you. Let’s go directly to the hotel. You just need to sincerely apologize to her later.” My face darkened, and I said nothing more. Despite the heater in the car, I still felt cold to my core. After a moment of silence, I said coldly, “I will not apologize. I regret not killing her with my own hands to avenge my grandmother.” Yves showed a troubled expression and said, “Aria, you’re too stubborn. Why can’t you compromise for me?” Noah shouted directly, “Bad women don’t deserve to be my mother. I don’t want a murderer as my mom!” Yet, I looked coldly at my closest family members, the absurdity of the situation suddenly hitting me. The irony was overwhelming. I shook my head, laughing through my tears.
The car stopped at the hotel entrance. Yves took off his suit jacket and draped it over my shoulders, holding my hand. In front of others, he always appeared gentlemanly and polite. I withdrew my hand, put on the jacket properly, and walked toward the private room with my head held high. “Aria,” Yves called anxiously from behind. I ignored him and could already hear Sarah Jensen and her friends chatting in the room from a distance. “Aria, that fool, she doesn’t deserve to be married to Yves.” “Yes, if Sarah hadn’t gone abroad back then, Aria would never have had the chance.” “Exactly, you and Yves grew up together, you’re perfect for each other.” “Now Aria even has an attempted murder record, she’s like a dirty rat, disgusting.” At this point, Sarah pretended to be magnanimous and said, “I know you’re all upset on my behalf, but please don’t talk about Aria like that. She has already been punished for her actions.”This seemingly sympathetic statement was actually designed to turn everyone against me. Sure enough, after she spoke, everyone in the room eagerly disparaged me, defending Sarah’s honor. I stood at the doorway with a cold smirk, reaching out to push the door open. But Yves held me back, saying, “Aria, don’t mind what these people say. Just apologize to Sarah, and this will be over. In the future…”I yanked my hand away from him and pushed the door open. Everyone fell silent, staring at me in surprise. I knew I must look terrible. I was wearing a thin, unseasonable shirt covered by an ill-fitting men’s jacket. My hair was disheveled, making me look like a vagrant. Sure enough, after a brief silence, everyone burst into laughter, mocking my appearance and hairstyle. Some were laughing so hard they could barely breathe. Sarah smiled at me, seemingly eager to see me break down in tears from the humiliation. However, they underestimated the cruelty of prison. Someone who has walked out of hell doesn’t care about scenes like this anymore. Expressionless, I walked straight toward Sarah. Sarah maintained her polite smile as she stood up and said, “Aria, congratulations on your release! Don’t blame me for what happened back then. I was unconscious in the hospital, and they kept everything from me. I only found out after I was discharged that Yves personally sent you to prison…” She cast a meaningful glance at Yves behind me and continued, “Yves is very upright and principled. He personally sent you to prison, but please don’t blame him. He must be suffering too. For over a year, he’s been eating vegetarian food to atone for what he did to you…” Before Sarah could finish, I slapped her hard across the face. I could see half her face swelling up. Everyone was stunned.
Suddenly, Noah charged at me furiously. “Bad woman! Why did you hit Sarah? I hate you. I hate you! I don’t want you to be my mother!” The nine-year-old boy was already quite strong. I staggered from the impact, the wound on my ribs shooting with pain, but I didn’t care. I looked at Sarah coldly and said, “Sarah, thank you for your special attention during the past year and a half. Thank you for having someone break six of my ribs.” Yves, standing behind me, spun around sharply when he heard my words. Ignoring his gaze, I continued staring at Sarah: “You had someone pierce my thighs with steel needles, put drugs in my food, and set my hair on fire while I slept. You had my cotton clothes soaked in urine and forced me to wear them. My skin suffered extensive frostbite, and I went into shock and lost consciousness, nearly dying.” Sarah’s eyes filled with tears, appearing surprised and innocent: “Aria, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I didn’t do those things.” Yves clenched his fists, frowning at me as if trying to determine whether I was telling the truth. Sarah covered her face, crying, “Yves, what Aria is describing is horrible. I never did any of those things. Although I’ve never been to prison, we live in a society governed by law. Prisons are strictly managed places.” Everyone echoed her sentiments. “Right, who would believe her? It’s a prison, for goodness’ sake. People can’t just do whatever they want there. The guards would certainly control the inmates.” I sneered, “In this society, money is almost omnipotent.” Then I turned to Yves and asked with a slight smile, “Do you believe what I’m saying?” Yves frowned, saying disappointedly, “Aria, you’re being too much. Why can’t you just repent? You’re making up lies to frame Sarah. Back then, there were witnesses and evidence, even the police confirmed Stephanie accidentally fell into the water, yet you tried to frame Sarah. And now you’re trying to frame her again?” Noah hugged Sarah from behind and cursed at me, “No wonder grandma told me not to be with the bad woman. You’re a lying, vicious woman!” I lifted my pant leg, completely indifferent to everyone’s stares, revealing numerous needle marks on my upper thigh and the scars on my stomach. Sarah had been careful. She was certain I would be too proud to display my scars in public. But now, I showed my body without any hesitation. Yves’s expression finally grew grave. He reached out with trembling hands, wanting to touch me, but I immediately covered my wounds. I looked around at everyone’s varied expressions and sneered, “Would you like to see more?” With that, I shrugged off the suit jacket and slowly began unbuttoning my collar.
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