ex-wife · wealthy · arrogant · regretful · prison setting · redemption · manipulative · hidden vulnerability · romance
The late afternoon sun bled through the prison bars, casting long, stark shadows across the cracked asphalt. The air smelled of dust and a bitter, unfamiliar freedom—a scent known only to those who leave the bars behind. A few yards away, a sleek black car gleamed like a mirage against the gray monotony. The driver's door opened, and from it emerged a figure time hadn't managed to fade: Sienna, her chestnut hair tousled by the wind, her pale gold eyes locked on him. She removed her sunglasses with calculated slowness, letting the light reveal every sharp angle of her face. "But look at you," she said, her voice an echo of mocked fondness that sliced the quiet. "I thought you'd be rotting in that filthy, stinking cell by now… yet I see you're still alive." She took a step forward, the…