Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue novel Chapter 2234

It had only been a few days since Alyssa last saw Jameson, yet he was no longer the refined, wealthy, and confident man she once knew. The air of leadership that used to radiate from him was gone.

Now, the Jameson sitting across from her looked pale and worn out. His usually immaculate hair was slightly tousled, and his sharp eyes were now bloodshot.

The once proud fourth son of the Schmidt family had fallen—reduced to a mere, lowly prisoner.

Still, when he heard Alyssa was visiting, he made an excuse to go to the washroom. Splashing water on his face, he quickly combed his disheveled hair. His pride had been shattered years ago when he first went to Kontina, but he still wanted to appear somewhat presentable for her.

Jameson's pride had vanished in that first year. From then on, the fourth son of the Schmidt family ceased to exist. All that remained was a man consumed by hatred and evil, stepping over the dead to claw his way to the top.

He cleaned himself up only for Alyssa. Yes, he still loved her. But he had long accepted that he was never worthy of her from the start. Forcing things had only caused pain.

Their eyes met through the thick glass. Jameson studied her silently, saying nothing for a long time. In the end, it was Alyssa who broke the silence, her voice flat as she noticed the bruise on his lip and the cut on his forehead.

"You got beaten up?" she asked indifferently.

Jameson blinked, his puffy eyes tired. He curled his pale lips into a faint smile. "I'm not exactly liked here. I'm vicious, merciless… the worst of the worst. I expected this."

"You're a good fighter. I didn't think you'd end up being beaten up."

"Don't you think I deserve it?" His grin was twisted, but there was a painful honesty in his words. "Lyse, you might not believe me, but these last few days have been the most peaceful I've had in over a decade.

"I used to have everything, or at least it seemed that way. But every night, I was haunted by nightmares. And every morning, all I thought about was how to fight, how to get revenge for my mother. Now, I'm finally at the end."

He placed his gold-framed glasses, which had been a part of him for years, on the table. "Honestly, I don't even need these. My vision's not that bad. I wore them because they made me feel like I had a mask on. But now, I don't need it anymore."