Epilogue 3
NICO
I sat in the communal living area, blankly staring at the TV screen, not processing what was actually playing.
Boredom was slowly rotting my brain. I was once a highly respected plastic surgeon, and now, I was classified as an unhinged, crazy person.
Oh, how the mighty have fallen.
Nearly five years had passed since I was wrongfully accused of all that random bullshit. Sure, some of the facts were correct—breaking into their house, carrying a loaded weapon, attempted kidnapping—but nothing is ever that simple.
I had tried to prove my innocence and state the accurate details. Tried to be reasonable and explain my intentions on why I had acted that way. I was trying to win my wife back.
Still, those fools from my legal and psychiatry teams were a bunch of hypocrites. Any sane person would have done what I did, all in the name of love.
Instead, they decided to fuck me. I was fucked so hard, I was still coming to terms with my home away from home.
I’d originally been sentenced to a forensic psychiatric facility rather than a prison cell, since I apparently was in full-blown psychosis when I had that “episode.”
However, the joke was on them, since I played them at their own game. With good behaviour and a whole lot of charm, I managed to get transferred to a more lenient location within a mere couple of years, where I had more freedom to roam.
Sure, I guessed I could have given them some form of credit. At least they’d brought me out of that heightened state to reclaim my own mind back.
With ongoing treatment, my thoughts seemed to sharpen in clarity, and I was able to identify the real villain. I’d soon shifted my focus from my former best friends and finally pinpointed my attention on the person solely responsible for my downfall.
The fornicator.
My life was perfect until I crossed paths with that charismatic pilot who sold me sweet, honeyed lies and the promise of heaven. Instead, he corrupted my soul and condemned me all the way to hell.
The system was rigged and tailored to people who knew the rules, like him. Well, I was finally clued in and had started to make my own. Lucus Miller was on my radar, and God help him if he ever crossed my path again.