RICHARD'S POV I slowly opened my eyes, groggily taking in my surroundings. I was in a hospital room, but something felt off. The machines beeping around me, the sterile smell of the hospital, it all seemed surreal."Welcome back, Richard," a robotic voice said in my ear. It was from the Ultra system. "You've been out for a while. I can restore you to full health for just 2 ultra points."I hesitated for a moment, but the promise of full health was too enticing to resist. "Deal," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.Suddenly, I felt a surge of energy coursing through my veins. My vision cleared, and I sat up with a start.The doctor standing over me jumped back, his eyes wide with fear. "Richard! Oh my...you're...you're alive!"I rubbed my head, trying to clear the fog. "Where am I?" I asked, my voice shaking.The doctor composed himself, his eyes still fixed on me in disbelief. "You're at the hospital, Richard. We...we declared you dead two hours ago."I laughed, a dry, humorless

Richard's POV The judge turned to the jury. “Ladies and gentlemen, you have heard the testimonies. We will now move to the closing statements.” My lawyer stood up, his face calm and composed. “Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, you have seen the truth today. Richard was set up by Vincent Armitage, who was desperate to cover his own crimes. The evidence is clear, and justice must be served.” The jury deliberated for what felt like an eternity. The courtroom was a sea of whispers and anxious glances. Finally, they returned, and my heart pounded in my ears as the foreman stood up. “We find the defendant, Richard, not guilty on all charges.” A wave of relief washed over me. I closed my eyes, letting out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. The courtroom erupted in whispers and murmurs. Some people clapped, others just sighed in relief. I felt tears sting my eyes as I turned to my lawyer, who gave me a reassuring nod. The judge banged his gavel once more. “Order! Order in the

Richard's POV As I pulled into my driveway, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Amelia stood at my doorstep, looking weary and lost. Her usually radiant skin was dull, and there was a sadness in her eyes that tugged at my heartstrings. I killed the engine and stepped out of the car, my mind racing. What could have brought her here? “Amelia?” I called out, trying to mask my surprise.She turned to face me, her shoulders slumping. “Hi, Richard,” she replied softly. Her voice was barely above a whisper, laden with a heaviness that made my chest tighten. “What happened?” I asked, concern lacing my words as I walked up to her. “Come on inside.” She hesitated for a moment but then nodded. I unlocked the door and led her into the living room. “Have a seat. Let me take your coat.” She handed it to me without a word. I hung it up and returned to find her perched on the edge of the couch, looking down at her hands. The silence stretched between us, thick and uncomfortable. “Are you hungry?” I a

Richard sat in the back seat of his luxurious Bentley, staring absentmindedly out the window. His driver, James maneuvered through the evening traffic with practiced ease. Suddenly, he noticed a commotion by the roadside. A crowd had gathered, and voices were raised in anger. “Stop the car,” Richard instructed his driver.James pulled over, and Richard leaned forward. “What's going on there?” James glanced out the window. "Looks like an argument, sir." “Go see what’s happening.” Richard said, referring to his bodyguard. His bodyguard, a tall and imposing figure, stepped out of the car and walked towards the crowd. Richard watched as he approached the scene and spoke to someone. Moments later, his bodyguard returned. “There’s a young woman being accused of theft,” The bodyguard reported. “She claims she’s innocent, but the shop owner insists she stole jewelry.” Richard stepped out of the car, frowning. “Let’s go see for ourselves.”His bodyguard nodded and closed the car door gen

A hush abruptly fell over the boutique as Richard stepped in, and the air grew thick with the tension of unexpected recognition. The sugar daddy accompanying the mistress, turned his head to the entrance to know who had walked in—gasped loudly. His eyes went wide, darting between Richard and Amelia, who stood trembling near the back. The salespeople, too, seemed frozen in shock, their eyes wide and mouths slightly agape. Was this really happening, or were they dreaming?The mistress, with her obnoxiously loud lipstick and gaudy jewelry, didn’t seem to grasp the gravity of the situation at first. She sauntered over to Richard, a sly smile playing on her heavily made-up lips. “Richard?” The woman scoffed, disbelief evident in her voice. “You're here? For her?” She gestured dismissively towards Amelia, who stood frozen, her eyes wide with a mixture of relief and anxiety.Richard barely looked at the woman, his eyes fixed on Amelia. The mistress's smile faltered. She must have realized t