Today was my release day from prison.

Edward Meyer's car was already parked in front of me.

He sat in the car, looking at me expressionlessly, "Olivia, have you learned your lesson?"

I wouldn't admit to something I never did.

I didn't answer him.

From the passenger seat, Charlotte Sterling looked at me guiltily, "Olivia, during all these years you were inside, Ed didn't have anyone to take care of him, that's why I stepped in for you."

"But now, you're back."

I gave a small smile, "Well, you can keep taking care of him then."

Edward's face darkened, "What nonsense are you talking about? Don't tell me these three years taught you nothing?"

I didn't understand what he was angry about.

I was only speaking the truth.

During those three years inside, I'd figured it all out.

True lovers belong together, and I should let them be happy.

I said quietly, "I have reflected on everything."

Edward scoffed, "Get in. It's Noah's birthday today, don't be late."

Noah, my son.

I remember the day the police took me away, he ran after me, crying his heart out, "Mommy, Mommy where are you going? Don't leave me!"

The little guy wouldn't give up chasing me, even when he fell and got hurt all over.

Finally, Edward had to carry him away.

When I looked back, all I saw was Edward's cold back and my little one crying his eyes out in his arms, still struggling to break free.

I never saw him again after that.

He was only two years old then.

A delayed wave of heartache rushed over me like a flood, almost drowning me.

I wondered how he was doing now.

I got into the back seat.

Edward immediately frowned, "Olivia, it's only been three years, why do you look this bad?"

"What? Trying to get my sympathy again?"