Owen Carter stepped out of prison into the morning light—free, but changed.
Lisa ran into his arms, holding him as if she would never let go again.
A few steps away, Desmond stood still, watching.
Owen slowly walked toward him.
“I don’t hate you,” Owen said. “But you need to understand something…”
Desmond lowered his eyes. “I was wrong.”
For a moment… it felt like everything might heal.
But then—
A black car pulled up beside them.
The door opened.
A man stepped out, holding new documents…
And said quietly:
“This case… isn’t over yet.”
Sign it and stay away from my sister for rest of your life.
I won’t leave her.
I love her.
Brother, no.
He loves me genuinely.
You can’t do this.
>> rot in jail.
He is not your class.
He is a lowlife.
Sign it and stay away from my sister for the rest of your life.
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