The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

"I'm the person who can help you get out of jail."

Something profound brooded in Henry's eyes as he flashed a smile, giving his typically expressionless face a devilishly charming vibe.

Lucille gasped, taken aback by his unexpected statement. At that moment, a glimmer of hope ignited within her. However, the weight of her guilt quickly pulled her back to reality. She shook her head. Her voice filled with remorse. "No. I don't deserve that. I killed Grandpa Ricky, and I'm willing to accept the punishment of the law."

Her guilt was overwhelming, and her conscience tormented her relentlessly. Despite not being blood-related, Richard had treated her as his own granddaughter, and yet she had taken his life. She couldn't forgive herself for such a heinous act, and she believed she could find any semblance of peace only by paying for her own life and seeking Richard's forgiveness.

Listening to her words, Henry scoffed, his tone laced with both disdain and frustration. "You're a fool and a coward. Why can't you be brave, just for once? Are you truly so blind as not to see that something is amiss in this case? If you really killed Mr. Reed, why wasn't it exposed before your divorce?"

Henry inched closer. His voice lowered to a whisper as silence enveloped them. "You dare commit suicide, but you don't dare to live. Someone is blatantly framing you, yet you do nothing. Tell me, don't you want to uncover the truth? Prove your innocence and bring justice to his death."

As his words sank into her mind, Lucille's heart trembled. She, too, had doubts about the video's authenticity, but the uncanny resemblance of the woman in the clip had shaken her to the core. Moreover, she had no recollection of committing such an act. Yet, she couldn't fathom that someone would be so cruel as to plot against her. Their plan seemed foolproof, and the evidence stacked against her was indisputable. She felt trapped, with no way to escape.

However, this enigmatic man before her appeared to possess a formidable background. A glimmer of hope sprouted within her heart.

Taking a deep breath, Lucille mustered her strength and grasped Henry's shirt, pulling him closer as she pleaded, desperation in her voice. "I want to live... but I don't know what to do. Can you help me? Please, save me."

'If someone was manipulating events behind the scenes, orchestrating Grandpa's death just to frame me, I won't forgive them. I will do whatever it takes to bring him the justice he deserves,' her determination hardened, her fist clenched.

"Save you? But they have conclusive evidence. I'm afraid it won't be easy to win this case," Henry stated matter-of-factly, his voice devoid of any false promises.

Fury erupted in Lucille's heart. She knew the path ahead wouldn't be easy, but he had ignited a glimmer of hope within her, and she refused to let this opportunity slip away.

"Listen. I don't know who you are, but I believe you can help me navigate this ordeal. I'm willing to do anything you ask except take another life."

"Don't worry. I'm a law-abiding citizen. I won't ask you to kill someone or commit arson," he whispered, pulling her into his arms. Lucille's body involuntarily shuddered as his lips brushed against her ear.

"I only want you..." he whispered seductively.

Heat flushed her cheeks as their bodies pressed together, and his distinct scent filled her nostrils.

She never expected him to make such a request. Judging by his voice, it was clear that he wasn't an older man. So why was he interested in her? Even as a divorced woman, she hadn't considered remarriage, especially now that she was imprisoned.

Lucille suppressed the disappointment welling up within her. She had hoped for safety, but she knew there was no such thing as a free ride in this world. She refused to stoop so low as to sell herself just to leave that wretched prison.

Taking a deep breath, she pushed him away and declined, "Thank you, but I'm not interested in your offer. I believe there is still justice in this world, and eventually, I will be proven innocent and set free."

Henry couldn't help but laugh at her naïve response. "I thought you said you'd do anything? I didn't expect you to be so innocent. Do you really think those who want you dead will let you walk away?"

She was left speechless. Her head dropped, and she nervously fiddled with her fingers. "I believe that good will always triumph over evil," Lucille meekly replied.

"Let's see if your naïve belief can save you," he snorted, turning on his heel and striding towards the door. "But mark my words. You'll eventually beg me."

Lucille bit her lip and swallowed the lump in her throat. She weakly collapsed onto the bed, listening to his footsteps fade away. Before long, exhaustion overcame her, and she drifted back to sleep.

The next day, Lucille groaned in pain as someone kicked her leg. A sharp voice jolted her awake.

"Get up!"

Her head throbbed with a sharp ache from the sudden movement. Rubbing her forehead, she looked at the person in front of her, and her pupils dilated upon seeing the face of a female correctional officer. She surveyed her surroundings and realized she was back in her cell.

Inhaling the musty scent, she suddenly wondered if everything had been a dream. Could the mysterious man she encountered last night have been a figment of her imagination?

With a furrowed brow, she checked her thigh and saw a purple bruise on her fair, smooth skin.

A cold chill ran down her spine as she realized the man had returned her to jail while unconscious.

'Who is he? What kind of background does he have to wield such power?' she wondered. He must be a prominent figure in the city if he could easily manipulate her freedom.

"Why are you still sitting there, lost in thought? Hurry up and prepare for your court trial!" The female correctional officer grew impatient, pulling Lucille to her feet and pushing her out of the cell.

Handcuffed by the police, Lucille was led to a police car. She was shoved inside, and soon they arrived at the courtroom.

Lucille stood before the court, her hands restrained and treated like a criminal. As she scanned the audience, she saw nothing but disdain on the faces of their acquaintances, except for Larica. She searched for her parents but felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. They were absent.

'I can understand the Reed family not wanting to see me, but even my parents didn't come.' A bitter smile slowly formed on her lips as she pondered the cruelty of her parents.

While the prosecution and defense lawyers argued, Lucille sat in her seat, lost in a daze. Though she heard their words, they didn't register in her mind, and it was only when the judge slammed the gavel that Lucille snapped back to reality.