Filed to story: My Gorgeous Wife is an Ex-Convict Novel by Anastasia Marie
Jason turned off the tap, wiped his body dry with a towel, and put on his clothes. When he walked out of the bathroom, his eyes fell on Grace. She was sitting at the table and seemed to be looking at something.
Since when had he started having expectations of her? He was looking forward to seeing her smile, looking forward to her happiness.
He lived for those moments when she looked at him with gentle eyes and smiled. Her smile lit up the whole room.
“Jay”.
Even the sound of his name on her lips brought him joy.
“Jay, you’re done washing up? I’ll help you blow dry your hair,” she said as she stood up to get the hairdryer.
He walked to the side of the table and saw some documents placed on the table by her side. They were… copies of the record of her original case.
His eyes flashed. “What are you looking at, Sister?” he asked, even though he already knew the answer.
“Some of the related information from my case back then,” she
said. “Lina helped me collect them.”
“Why are you reading this again?” he asked.
Yes, why? Grace had asked herself the same question.
It had been three years, and she could not reverse the verdict. She did not even know where the witnesses from that year were now.
What else could she do just based on her status as a sanitation worker?
But could she really give up and accept her false conviction?
She knew what the evidence said, but she also knew it wasn’t true. She had not been drinking. So there must be some kind of mistake. It simply wasn’t possible for her tests to have shown a high level of alcohol in her system. Because she hadn’t consumed a drop.
“Perhaps… this case, there are still some things that I don’t understand,” Grace mumbled.
And she was determined to get to the bottom of them…
She also did not understand why Jennifer’s car had been rushing
toward her.
What made her even more confused was why those witness statements were all targeted at her.
She could not explain. All the witnesses and evidence at that time had proven that she was the perpetrator.
Admittedly, the accident had been traumatic and some of the details surrounding the investigation that followed were still murky. She’d been in shock.
But she couldn’t for the life of her understand how there was so
much security or camera footage. Almost every street in the city had some kind of traffic camera. And the people who’d been
witnesses, they’d all had the exact same version of events.
But as an attorney, she knew that rarely happened either. People always had different perceptions, based on their physical position in relation to a crime, their age, sex, and perspective.
Even something as simple as running a traffic light could be interpreted in different ways, depending on who you asked.
Could it have been something else entirely?
Jennifer had been about to marry Jason Reed, President of the Reed Group. She had been in the prime of her life and there had been no reason for her to want to commit suicide by crashing into
a car.
“Grace, do you want to appeal the case?” Jay asked.
“Somehow, I don’t think that will do me much good.” Grace
laughed self-deprecatingly. “I just feel a little unreconciled. I know I’m innocent, so it’s hard for me to let it go.”
Jason grunted.
“Besides,” Grace said, closing the folder. “It’s not easy to overturn
a case. I’m out now. I should be thankful for that and just look forward. No one ever said life would be fair, right? Well, let’s not talk about this anymore. I’ll blow dry your hair.”
As she spoke, she put away the documents and then used a hairdryer to help him dry his head of wet hair.
Jason’s eyes gradually deepened…and a plan took form.
The next day, Terrence saw the dramatic change to Mr. Reed’s hairstyle. Gone was the drawn-back ponytail, and in its place were layers that while still maintaining some length, were short enough to frame his face. He didn’t remember scheduling an appointment with a hairstylist, and he knew Mr. Reed’s schedule inside and out.
“What’s wrong?” Perhaps it was because he had been staring at him for a long time that Jason asked.
Terrence tilted his head. “It seems you haven’t had a haircut for
a long time. Do you want me to arrange an appointment with the stylist?” Terrence asked.
“There’s no need. Grace helped me trim my hair last night.”
So it had been Grace! However, what surprised Terrence, even more, was that Mr. ReedMr. Reed had actually… allowed Grace tocut his hair.
Mr. Reed wasn’t vain but he did insist on the highest quality
products for everything in his life, and that included having his hair maintained by a top-tier hairstylist.
Grace was… Now she was just a street sweeper, but even in the past, Grace had been a lawyer, not a hairdresser.
“The trim isn’t too bad, huh?” Jason fiddled with his bangs,
seeming quite satisfied.
The corner of Terrence’s mouth twitched. “I like it.” Mr. Reed had always been very picky. If the top-tier hairstylists that had been specially chosen by him found out that they could not compare to the skills of a street sweeper, what would they think?
At noon, Lina took time off to meet up with Grace.
The two of them found a small restaurant near the Sanitation Service Center to eat at.
“Lily made things difficult for you that day and asked you to go through the garbage for a long time. Why didn’t you tell me?” Lina complained. As a good friend, she had only found out about this matter through the news.
“It’s not a big deal,” Grace said with a faint smile.
Looking at such a good friend, for some reason, Lina’s heart ached. “It is. It’s not fair to you, Grace. You’ve been through enough!”
Back in the earlier days of their friendship, Grace seemed to have been blessed by luck. She had made great strides in her studies and had always been the top student in school. Once out in society, she had gotten into the best law firm in the City and even began a relationship with Sean-the most eligible bachelor around.
Almost everyone envied her. If she was being honest, even Lina had her days of envy. She was always happy for her friend, but admittedly, sometimes she’d wanted some of that good fortune for herself.
After everything that happened to Grace, she felt extra guilty about that now.