It had only been a few days since Alyssa last saw Jameson, yet he was no longer the refined, wealthy, and confident man she once knew.

The air of leadership that used to radiate from him was gone.

Now, the Jameson sitting across from her looked pale and worn out.

His usually immaculate hair was slightly tousled, and his sharp eyes were now bloodshot.

The once proud fourth son of the Schmidt family had fallen— reduced to a mere, lowly prisoner.

Still, when he heard Alyssa was visiting, he made an excuse to go to the washroom.

Splashing water on his face, he quickly combed his disheveled hair.

His pride had been shattered years ago when he first went to Kontina, but he still wanted to appear somewhat presentable for her.

Jameson's pride had vanished in that first year.

From then on, the fourth son of the Schmidt family ceased to exist.

All that remained was a man consumed by hatred and evil, stepping over the dead to claw his way to the top.

He cleaned himself up only for Alyssa.

Yes, he still loved her.

But he had long accepted that he was never worthy of her from the start.

Forcing things had only caused pain.

met through

her silently, saying nothing for a long

the silence, her voice flat as she noticed the bruise on his lip and the cut

up?" she asked

blinked, his puffy

lips

exactly liked

I'm vicious, merciless...

worst of

this." "You're a

you'd end up being

was twisted, but there was a painful honesty in his

few days have been the most peaceful

everything, or

every night, I was

was how to fight,

the end." He placed his gold-framed glasses, which had been a part

I don't even need

not

because they made me feel like I

it anymore." Alyssa looked

thought you would have taken your own life before getting arrested." "But isn't it your

come true." His tone was gentle, as though he was still trying to

feelings ran, they couldn't erase

with tears as he gazed at her,

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