Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

When Alison heard the truth, her feelings were complicated. The woman she once despised with gritted teeth turned out to have another side to her. Suddenly, she understood why Kimberly always seemed so angry-most of it stemmed from her misfortune.

Alison, who was merely the mistress, had Paul by her side every day, while Kimberly, the legitimate wife, never received his love.

"Are you tellingall this just to makelet go?" Alison asked.

"Yes. My mom has suffered her whole life. I don't want her to spend the rest of it longing for something she can't have. My dad spent half his life realizing who he truly loved. If it weren't for you, they'd already be back together.

Honestly, I should blyou. But this isn't entirely your fault-it takes two to create a mess. My dad made his own bed, and he's paid the price for it. I'm begging you, let them go. Lethave my family back," Eric said. Eric's tone was less arrogant and distant than before. He seemed more approachable now.

Alison's heart, once tightly knotted, finally began to loosen. Whether it was Kimberly, Genevieve, Paul, or even herself, everyone had made mistakes and had already paid for them.

She silently stared at the man she'd once been infatuated with, who now sat quietly before her.

"If you think the amount isn't enough, you can nyour price," Eric continued. "As I said before, if you don't take the money, you'll walk away with nothing." In the end, Alison didn't take the card. Without saying a word, she opened the car door and left.

Eric wasn't sure whether her silence meant agreement or rejection. He just stood there, watching her figure gradually disappear into the distance. He couldn't shake the feeling he might've made a mistake.

Could it be she hadn't approached Paul for money? That was impossible-Eric knew full well what Alison had done at the company. She was clearly a materialistic woman. But why would someone like that refuse his card? And why were her eyes brimming with tears as she walked away? Lighting a cigarette, Eric thought he understood human nature. Yet today, he felt as though he'd completely misjudged someone.

"Alison," he murmured to himself, "I hope I wasn't wrong about you." That night, Alison sat by the windowsill, lost in thought. She didn't sleep at all.

If her initial goal had been revenge, then it was now accomplished. But she had also cto understand the helplessness of life.

The people she once loathed the most-Kimberly and Paul-now evoked a strange sense of pity within her.

Though her own life was currently in shambles, she still had the capacity to feel sorry for others. Alison let out a self-deprecating laugh.

She didn't love Paul. Not even a little. She once loved his money, and there might've been sfleeting affection, but all of that had long been consumed by hatred.

What troubled her now was the child in her womb. When she first set her plan into motion, she hadn't thought this far ahead. Her sole focus had been on revenge.

But, as Kimberly had said, the child was innocent. Was she really willing to sacrifice her entire life for a man who didn't love her? If she gave birth to this child, she wouldn't be able to provide it with a complete, stable family. When Aurora had tried to warn her, she hadn't listened.

Did she regret it now? Perhaps she did. Watching Aurora's swift and decisive revenge had made her envious. Alison wished she could've been like that.

But there was one thing she'd overlooked. Aurora had been single-minded in her pursuit of revenge, but she never dragged innocent people into it. She hadn't sought to destroy Ivy, Genevieve, or anyone else.

Aurora had merely reclaimed what was hers. Compared to Alison's actions, Aurora's methods were far more principled. Alison, on the other hand, had harmed many people out of selfishness, only to end up miserable herself.

Alison rested her hand on her stomach, watching as the night gave way to dawn. She whispered softly, "Morning has come." She needed to make a decision about her future. Changing into fresh clothes, Alison headed to the hospital alone.

"Baby, I'm sorry. If I can't give you a complete family, then maybe you shouldn't cinto this world to suffer in the first place," she murmured.

After a night of contemplation, she realized she couldn't handle the responsibilities of a single mother-not with her tarnished reputation. What she and Paul had done had been the talk of the town.

When the child grew up, it would undoubtedly hear whispers of its origins. Rather than let it grow up in such a toxic environment, Alison decided to shoulder all the guilt herself.

At the hospital, she registered and underwent a physical examination.

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She walked down the hall with heavy steps, paid the fee, and joined the queue for the procedure.

Around her, young women sat waiting. Most were accompanied by friends, family, or partners. Nearby, a young couple was arguing. The girl, who looked even younger than Alison, was wiping away tears.

"This is your child! How can you be so heartless?" the girl sobbed.

"Be reasonable. Now's not the tto have a baby," the man replied.

"Don't think I don't know! You're only doing this because you're afraid your wife will find out!" "Sweetheart, trust me. I'll divorce her next year. Once we're married, we can have as many kids as you want. Okay?" "You promise?" The girl's expression softened slightly.

Alison watched their exchange, tempted to warn the girl. A man who couldn't even keep this child wouldn't give her a future.

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The man continued coaxing the girl.

the "I've reserved the best private room for you. After the procedure, you can rest comfortably." "Will it hurt?" "It's painless. You'll be fine by the afternoon. You can even go to class if you want." The man's practiced tone suggested he'd done this before. Alison shook her head.

"Fine. How will you make it up to me?" the girl asked.

"I'll buy you two designer bags. Pick whichever ones you like," he replied.

"And a coat," she added.

"Of course, anything you want." "Sweetheart, you're the best," the girl said, smiling through her tears.

Alison saw a reflection of her younger self in the girl's face-naïve and foolish.

When she was in the thick of it, she hadn't realized how ridiculous she looked. Now, as an outsider, she could see it clearly.

"Number 87, Alison," a nurse called.

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