The Unwanted Wife's Return (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back) novel Chapter 334

Thrown Into the Cell 

MARY’S POV: 

The door slammed shut behind me, and the sound echoed off the concrete walls like a gunshot. 

I stood in the middle of the cell, my arms wrapped around myself, my eyes adjusting to the dim fluorescent light that flickered overhead. The floor was gray concrete, stained in places I didn’t want to look at too closely. The walls were the same, gray, cold, covered in scratches and markings left by people who had been here before me. A metal bench bolted to the wall. A toilet without a seat with a sink that dripped. 

And the others. 

There were four of them. Women, but not like any women I had ever been in a room with. They wore matching orange jumpsuits, the jumpsuits they gave to people who had been convicted and not just detained. Their hair was matted, their eyes hard, their bodies covered in tattoos that snaked up their arms and necks like vines. 

Gang members. I had seen enough news reports to recognize the symbols, the postures, the way they looked at me like I was prey. 

This was wrong. 

Detention cells were supposed to be separated by charge, by risk level, by gender in a way that kept people safe. I had been arrested for a crime I didn’t commit-a misdemeanor at worst, something that should have put me in a holding room by myself or with other nonviolent offenders. 

Not this. Not them. 

Someone had put me here on purpose. 

I thought about Alistair’s voice on the speaker, cold and distant, telling the police to let me stay over the weekend. To cool off. I thought about the way he had said I think you need to reflect on your mistakes. 

He couldn’t have done this. He couldn’t have arranged for me to be locked in a cell with gang members. He was my husband. The father of my child. The man who had once held my hand and promised to protect me from the world. 

But the world had never been the danger. He had. 

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