Mrs Smith

Imprisoned, abandoned, and left for dead, Rachel West clawed her way out of a fiery hell, scarred but alive. Five years later, a chance encounter with the man who condemned her ignites a dangerous game of cat and mouse. He seeks answers about a past she buried, while she fights to protect the shattered remnants of her life and the truth he refuses to see. Can she outrun the ghost of her past, or will James Smith's relentless pursuit drag her back into the very inferno she escaped?

Mrs Smith

Imprisoned, abandoned, and left for dead, Rachel West clawed her way out of a fiery hell, scarred but alive. Five years later, a chance encounter with the man who condemned her ignites a dangerous game of cat and mouse. He seeks answers about a past she buried, while she fights to protect the shattered remnants of her life and the truth he refuses to see. Can she outrun the ghost of her past, or will James Smith's relentless pursuit drag her back into the very inferno she escaped?

The air in the women's prison was a bitter shroud, each breath a painful reminder of Rachel West's captivity. For three days, she'd been here, her only crime the man she loved. Now, her swollen belly ached with every movement as she crawled towards the door, desperate. A few grains of dirty rice lay scattered, a cruel feast. Her hands, red and raw, scooped them up, bringing the cold, gritty sustenance to her lips.

Suddenly, the heavy door groaned open, its sound a harsh intrusion. "Rachel Smith, someone is visiting you." Before she could react, rough hands seized her, dragging her through a blur of indignity – a quick wash, a shove into the visiting room. Across the cold iron fence, he was there: James Smith, the man who had been her world for ten years. The love was a distant echo, replaced by a searing hatred. She swallowed it down, forcing out the words. "How is grandma?"