LENA
The last person I expected to see when I walked into that room was Elias. For a moment, I forgot why I was there.
It’s been three years.
Three years since the trial. Three years since the accusations. Three damn years since the rejection that had ripped my life apart. And somehow, he still looked exactly the same. Maybe that was what hurt the most.
Time has changed me. Prison life has changed me. Survival has changed me. Every phase of life I had experienced had shaped me to a version of a woman I never was, but was forced to become.
Elias, on the other hand, looked like he had stepped straight out of a memory. Confident, composed, and every inch the Alpha he had always wanted to become.
For one stupid second, I felt my chest squeeze inside of me. It wasn’t because I missed h
