"People like you probably don't understand this feeling. But I do. We're all human, yet some stand high above, easily controlling others, while the rest of us... ordinary and plain, can only bow our heads, read the room, and live at the mercy of others," Rachel said, her voice carrying a quiet bitterness.
If only she hadn't been born into an ordinary family...
If only she'd come from a wealthy, powerful background, then the blame for that accident would never have been pushed onto her.
Those who set her up wouldn't have dared to make her the scapegoat.
Every day in prison had been like living inside a shell.
Her life was dictated by others, whether she would be punished or spared depended entirely on the mood of someone with power.
Jeffrey's dark eyes locked onto her face. "How do you know I don't understand?" he asked softly, a mocking smile tugging at his lips.
Did she have any idea?
