Liam's POV
The fluorescent lights buzzed across the concrete walls of my cell. Three days. It had been three days since Judge Thompson's gavel had sealed my fate, three days since I'd been processed, fingerprinted, photographed, and stripped of everything that had once defined me.
Holbrook had visited yesterday, his face a mask of barely contained fury and professional embarrassment. The conversation replayed in my mind like a broken record, each word a fresh wound.
"You're all over the news, Liam," he'd said, his voice tight with controlled anger. "Congratulations. You're trending on every social media platform. 'Disgraced CEO Sentenced to three years in prison,''Pregnant Wife's Courage Pays Off.' Pick your favorite headline."
I'd sat across from him in the sterile visiting room, wearing the orange jumpsuit that had become my uniform, feeling smaller and more insignificant than I'd ever felt in my life.
