Clarice sat stiffly in the café, and her gaze fixed somberly on Jameson across from her.
He looked thinner and worn down. His gray eyes had lost their usual warmth, making him seem like a stranger.
He was still her legal husband, but the distance between their hearts had grown vast.
"You got out early. Why didn't you tell me?" she asked, her voice quiet.
"Did I? Maybe the prison sent a notice, but you were too busy to notice," Jameson replied, the bitterness in his tone unmistakable. Naomi's words about Clarice's indifference echoed in his mind, making it hard for him to hide the resentment.
Clarice suppressed the rising anger over his baseless accusation, keeping her voice calm. "Why did you lie? Why did you jeopardize my career? They've suspended my license, and the hospital is thre
