Chapter 22

Outside the prison gates, Damian stood rooted to the spot. An assistant prosecutor, who had come with him, cautiously stepped forward. Seeing his superior's devastated and ashen face, he asked in a low voice, "Mr. Gray, aren't you going to go after her?" Damian slowly withdrew his gaze. There was a depthless pain and barren silence in his eyes. He shook his head and forced out a smile that was more grief than anything else. "No, I'm not. She's never going to be mine anymore. "From the moment I chose to believe the so-called 'ironclad evidence'; from the moment I submitted that damning surveillance footage in court; from the moment I walked toward Alice again and again whenever Cynthia needed me most, I've forever lost the right to ever go after her again." He drew a deep breath, as if to swallow his endless regret and bitterness. "She's right. I've made such outrageous mistakes that I don't recognize myself anymore. This time…" He paused, his voice low yet carrying the clarity