I Served Three Years, He Served Life

Synopsis

Charlotte Dorsey hit someone while driving drunk, but it was Vincent Oliver, my fiancé, who sent me to prison in her place. During the prison visit, Vincent looked at me through the glass and said, "Charlotte has a heart condition. She couldn't handle prison. Do three years for her, and when you get out, we'll get married." I clenched the pregnancy test results in my hand, forcing a bitter smile. "Fine." For three years, I had a miscarriage, was beaten, and attempted suicide. But Vincent never came to see me. The day I was released, he showed up holding Charlotte close. "You've been through a lot. The wedding is set for next month." I nodded calmly. The next day, Oliver Group's core data was leaked, and Charlotte's explicit photos spread like wildfire online. Vincent barged into my place like a lunatic, only to see me fixing the tie of his biggest competitor, Quaid Wright. Quaid kissed my forehead. "Consider Oliver Group's bankruptcy a gift. Do you like it?" I swirled my wine glass and flashed Vincent a sweet smile. "Oh, I almost forgot. This is my husband. As for you two, it's your turn to reunite, in prison."