My Ex-Husband Is A Billionaire

Chapter Hundred and seven

In the dark prison cell, Emma sat on her bunk, her mind occupied with thoughts after Charles’ unexpected visit earlier. The cold metal bars reflected shadows on the concrete walls, as her fingers traced the patterns on the wall. She couldn’t shake off the curiosity about why Charles had chosen to confront her, questioning her remorse.

Resting her head against the unforgiving wall, Emma conceded to herself, admitting a bit of regret for the havoc her family had caused upon Charles. However, pride lingered in her, stubbornly refusing to let remorse surface in the presence of others.

Her thoughts drifted to her convicted family members, each serving their sentences in different prisons. She wondered, in the silence of her solitude, when all this would end, and life would loosen its cold grip on her family’s collective fate.

As Emma pondered, lost in the echoes of her reflections, the prison guards’ authoritative footsteps sounded through the corridor. The announcement echoed, “Lights out