Can’t Win Me Back

Sophia reminisced about her life. She had lived a glorious life. However, to achieve that, she always had to sacrifice a person to reach a greater height.

Anne Bartley was her first victim. Never had she thought that the woman, who was dead for two decades, would be the nail in her coffin.

Sophia had long regretted killing Anne. Anne didn't have to die. Keeping Anne around wouldn't have affected anything.

However, Sophia acted like she was under a spell at that time. She harbored a strong resentment against Anne. On top of that, she banked on Javier's affection and acted lawlessly, thinking that she could do anything she liked under his protection.

Alas, Javier's love was nothing but an illusion.

Sophia pulled her hair out and held strands of gray hair in her hands. The pain kept her sober. She had finally seen through Javier's selfishness and heartlessness.

He had never loved her. She didn't believe he loved Anne either. Otherwise, why would he easily believe that Anne had taken her own life?

eyes. Like a madwoman, she repeatedly mumbled, "Javier Beckett... One day, karma will get you. You'll pay

As Sophia was a convicted felon,

mental pressure and the strain of the dim environment on her eyes, she suffered from a

a blank expression. Feeling utterly dejected, she wanted to decline the visit now that no one cared

she was curious about the identity of the visitors who would take the time to visit her. "Who

dull eyes wavered. Then, she stumbled to the glass window that separated her from

vision finally focused

her bony hands against the wall with might. She gaped. After a while, she cautiously asked, "L-Lauren? Is that you? Are you

Sophia's eyes.

Lauren nodded.