I Returned For Revenge, Not For Love

“You’re free to go,” the guard muttered, eyes filled with contempt. “Go out and don’t come back. With a child’s blood on your hands, you should count yourself lucky you’re even leaving this prison.”

Cassandra stood still for a moment. The sunlight was almost blinding after the months she had spent in a dark cell.

Now that she was free, the memories were washing over me again. A year ago, she was Cassandra Bennett, a wealthy and respected woman. She was married to the love of her life, and they had a beautiful daughter.