Chapter 9
“Alright, toss him out now. I don’t want to see him anymore.”
This time, Ethan didn’t even dare throw out a parting threat. He stumbled away as fast as his legs would carry him.
I, however, had no intention of letting him off so easily. My people were already waiting by the roadside. The moment he darted into a back alley, a sack went over his head, and he was shoved into a van.
He was sent to Nythora.
“This guy lives to scam people. I’m sending him to you so he can really shine. No need to thank me–just call me a good Samaritan.”
With Sabrina in prison, no one noticed his disappearance. The company, now fully aware of his true nature, had already been looking for an excuse to fire him. His recent absences sealed the deal.
One unilateral termination letter was served–no severance pay, no compensation. By the time new evidence surfaced and the police went looking for Ethan, he was long gone.
Fortunately, I was a helpful soul. I pointed them in the right direction. They found him listed among the missing persons in a scam compound.
He was curled in a corner, body covered in injuries, his eyes vacant. Worse, he was missing two fingers, one leg, and thanks to failing his performance quota, they’d taken a kidney, too.
Even the police were stunned.
When Sabrina heard the news in prison, she’d completely lost it, nearly biting through her own tongue.
That was too bad. No matter how miserable they were, neither of them could escape the law, and the trial went ahead as scheduled. Police uncovered new evidence showing Ethan’s hand in everything attempted murder, fraud, embezzlement, assault, and rallying online harassment.
Each charge came with irrefutable proof. The pair of them were sentenced to life in prison.
In a place like this, a crippled, fingerless man was the lowest of the low, nothing more than a toy for the other inmates. The men took turns having fun with him every day.
Any attempt to fight back only earned him an even harsher beating.
Meanwhile, the female inmates had all seen the news about Sabrina. As women, they sympathized with me. They made sure Sabrina did the heaviest, dirtiest, and most exhausting labor and denied her food and sleep.
Sometimes they’d even kindly give her updates on her precious Ethan. It didn’t take long for her to snap. She became the first inmate in that prison to be driven fully insane, terrified out of her mind, and broken beyond repair.
When the news reached me, I was standing on the top floor of the Grant Corporation, looking out over the city with a pair of sunglasses on. Once upon a time, I’d given up my passion for design to study business management for Ethan’s sake.
Now, I’d picked up my pencil again and launched my own independent brand. There was still so much more worth chasing in life than just marriage and children.
At 30, my life was only just beginning.
