In the dimly lit room, Leanna’s protests of innocence went unheard.
“How can it be false when your own relative pointed you out?” The officer forcefully placed a pen before her. “Admit the truth!”
After three days without food or water, Leanna was thrown into jail.
The prison was cold, damp, and grim. She was worn out and terrified.
“Leanna!”
Was she hallucinating? The man who had left her was now rushing toward her frantically.
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”
As Brenton carried her away, his voice trembled uncontrollably. He repeated her name over and over.
“Crystal is expecting and can’t handle this ordeal… I had to put the blame on you. Leanna, I was compelled to do it. I feel more agony than you do. I’ll bring you home once the baby arrives… Please wake up… I can’t live without you…”
Leanna felt an urge to laugh.
He always had this habit–scolding her first, then softening with kindness.
The last thing she remembered before blacking out was the sensation of Brenton’s tears on her face.
When she regained consciousness, the hospital room was silent.
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Brenton was asleep with his head resting on the bed’s edge, and his chin was covered in dark stubble,
The moment Leanna stirred slightly, he awoke at once. “Leanna!”
He wrapped her in a tight embrace and, with tearful eyes, kissed her fervently. “You’re awake. Thank God…”
“Dylan.” Leanna shoved him away with all her might. “What on earth are you doing?”
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