The trial lasted for two months, and I emerged victorious in the case against Uncle Larry. He was sentenced to 30 years of imprisonment due to his plan to kill me and his death threats towards others. Mr. Menard and his IT friend were sentenced to three years in prison for posting videos without my consent. Mr. Eric received a 10-year prison sentence.
Jane, on the other hand, was sentenced to two years of imprisonment.
According to the DNA test, the baby is indeed mine. I feel sorry for my baby because of the dramatic circumstances surrounding his life.
Fortunately, the ownership of the business has been returned to my name, and I have returned to the castle with baby Joseph.
While I am occupied, a nanny is taking good care of him. As for me, I find myself busy with drinking alcohol and exploring the world of herbs.
During my exploration of the underground part of our castle, I discovered a supply of green herbs known as "five fingers."
I find solace in dancing to my own music. Over the past month, I have experienced great happiness. It's a feeling of having nothing to worry about. The business is thriving, I have plenty of books to read, and I have dedicated time for myself. Most importantly, the baby is healthy and doing well. Enzo is currently studying in a public college in Manila.
My life revolves around drinking, eating, and dancing to music influenced by the effects of the green herbs. However, there is still something missing in my life. I can feel the pain of not having a loved one by my side. I miss Jane - her fragrance, her smile. I long to be with her, to hold her close. As the anger subsides, I realize that I still love her deeply.
"I visited her in the cell for the first time after a month. She is healthy," I thought to myself as I entered the room.
"I'm fine here, William. Thank you for your forgiveness," she said, her voice filled with gratitude.
I reached out and gently touched her hand, overcome with emotion. "I'm truly sorry, Jane. At that time, I was consumed by anguish and felt betrayed. But now I realize that I truly loved you, and I still do." With those words, I leaned in and kissed her.
"I promised that you would be free as soon as possible. Our attorney will work tirelessly on your case, Jane," I reassured her.
"I love you too, William. But I wish to stay here and reflect on what has happened. I want to serve my sentence and find peace within myself. The people in the cell are surprisingly friendly," she explained.
"But Jane, our baby needs you. I can't raise her alone," I pleaded, my heart aching.
"Can you bring him here?" she asked, her eyes filled with longing.
"Jane, you know that the police won't permit it. But I have his picture here, and he is growing up healthy," I replied, understanding the depth of her longing.
"I understand, William. I miss him so much," she replied, tears streaming down her face.
"Jane, I need you. Please come back to me," I begged, my voice filled with desperation.
"William, it's okay if we are separated. I want to cleanse my conscience. Every night, I can sleep peacefully because I know I am paying for my actions, and that is priceless. The peace that the outside world cannot give. I believe that if we are truly meant for each other, you will wait patiently for me," she said, her words filled with determination.
I hugged her and then left 20 books for her to read.
I visited Uncle Larry at his place. He has become thin and seems uncomfortable in his new home.
"William, please. Please help me get out of this jail. I don't want to stay here anymore." He knelt down and cried hard. The police officer tried to remove him from his embrace on my legs.
"Uncle Larry, I'm very sorry. I forgive you. But we can't change the judge's decision. You need to behave well there and wait for your parole."
"William, could you at least send someone to bring me wine? It will help me ease the burden and pain here."
"I can't do that. It is prohibited."
"How is the company doing?"
"It's fine. We have successfully built our names nearly 60 countries. So far, we have established 30 of them."
"You take good care of the company, William. Don't get addicted to wine and drugs."
"Okay, Uncle Larry. Farewell." He hugged me, and then I left.
For three days and two nights, I couldn't sleep. I feel sorry for deciding to send Jane to prison.
I was busy reading books in the library when I heard the news. Jane died. She was killed inside. A postpartum woman stabbed Jane in the throat, causing her death.
My world fell apart. I couldn't stand at my desk. I feel guilty about her death. I kept thinking about what would happen to Joseph in the future.
If I hadn't put her in jail, she would still be with me. She would still be alive. I couldn't bear it anymore. For almost ten days, all I did was drink and escape into the world of drugs. I didn't want to see her face in the coffin. I just wanted to live in a state of numbness. I blamed myself. She was buried in a cemetery, and I didn't have the courage to visit her. She was so lovely. I miss her. Her lips. Her hugs.
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Uncharted Paradise
General FictionWilliam's world was shaken when he discovered that his uncle Larry, who had declared him dead, had orchestrated a cruel deception: his wife Jane was not who she claimed to be; the truth about his half-brother; and his uncle's different perspective o...
