She Killed My Ex novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3 She Was Discharged from Prison

Three years later...

The gate of the women's prison of Lehcaster opened. Shortly after that, a woman slowly walked out of the prison.

She was peculiarly thin and was in the white dress she wore when she was sent to jail three years ago. However, now this dress looked like a big sack on her.

She was walking slowly, step by step, toward the bus station more than 100 meters away, with a black plastic bag in her hand. In the bag were 31.5 dollars and an ID card.

It was in scorching hot summer and the heat was rising from the gravel road she stepped on. It was at least thirty-four degrees today, but the woman walking in the sun didn't even sweat.

There were bruises and scars on her pale skin, and on her forehead, there was even a nearly three-centimeter-long scar at the corner near the hairline. It was such an eyesore.

The bus came. She got on the bus, carefully took out a coin from the black plastic bag, and put it into the coin box of the bus. There were few passengers on the bus. The driver took a glance at her and then withdrew his gaze in disgust. Passengers who got on the bus from this station were all prisoners discharged from the prison. Could you expect people who had committed a crime to be good people?

The woman acted as if she hadn't noticed the driver's gaze. She walked to the back seats and sat down in a seat in a corner, trying not to get noticed.

She looked out of the window along the way. Great changes had taken place in these three years.

She curled up her lips into a bitter smile. Yeah, such great changes. Not only the world outside the prison had changed a lot, but also her.

She shivered because she suddenly thought of something when the bus drove into a prosperous area. What should she go to after leaving that prison?

At that instant, she suddenly found an urgent matter she had nowhere to go.

She opened the black plastic bag and found she only had 30.5 dollars. She carefully counted all the notes and coins and pondered what she should do next.

A recruitment poster not far away from the road got her attention.

"Excuse me, I'm getting off. Please open the doors." The three-year prison life had taken away her arrogance and she always lacked confidence when talking to others.

The driver complained about something and opened the doors. She then got off the bus after thanking him.

She walked to the big recruitment poster and studied it for a while. Her gaze fell on the word "cleaner" and then the words "provide a free meal and accommodation".

She had no home, no personal file, no degree, and was once prisoned... Probably no one would recruit her even if she applied to be a cleaner. However,... She pinched the rest notes she had and gritted her teeth to brace herself up. Then she walked into Royal Club. She shivered because she felt a chill when she walked into the club. The cold air from the central air made her feel cold all over.

"Name," said a person impatiently.

"Caroline Jameson." She answered slowly in a hoarse voice, which shocked the gorgeous woman who was recording her information. The woman shivered slightly and the pen in her hand almost fell. She asked Caroline in dissatisfaction, "Why does your voice sound so terrible?"

After living in a hell-like prison for three years, Caroline used to be submissive and gentle. Even if this woman directly criticized her voice for being terrible in her face, she was still submissive as if she had no temper. She replied slowly, "It was smoked."

The gorgeous woman was a bit surprised. She fixed her eyes on Caroline's face with inquiry and asked, "Fire?"

"Yep, fire." Caroline lowered her eyes after answering her question. In fact, it was a deliberate arson attack.

Finding that Caroline was unwilling to talk more about this and was a boring woman in nature, the gorgeous woman was no longer interested. She frowned, clicked her tongue, and said, "You're not qualified. Royal Club is not an ordinary entertainment club and the guests we entertain are extraordinary." She looked Caroline up and down without hiding her disgust. Apparently, she didn't like Caroline who was wearing a sack-like dress. She wondered how long Caroline had been wearing this white dress that the white one was yellowing.

Royal Club was not a place affordable to ordinary people. Even an ordinary waitress here must be good-looking and hot. As for a woman like Caroline, how dare she come here to apply for a job?

The gorgeous woman stood up, waved her hand, and then straightforwardly rejected Caroline, "No way. You're not qualified, even to be a waitress." She then turned around, preparing to walk away.

"I'm applying for a cleaner."