Six Years Love in Hell— Put Me in Jail but Put a Ring on Her - Chapter 9: Chapter 9
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A surge of anger rushed to my head. I smiled and looked up at him.
"I heard every damn word. You two were in the hallway, all over each other—and then you kissed. Pretty passionately, too."
Over the next few seconds, Landon's expression crumbled inch by inch before my eyes.
He was terrified, opening his mouth several times but unable to say a word.
I suddenly felt bored and turned to walk away.
But after just a few steps, I heard urgent footsteps behind me, and arms wrapped around me tightly.
His heart was beating so fast it made my entire back tremble.
"Sierra, I know I was wrong—so damn wrong. Please… just give me one chance to make it up, please."
Make it up? What could possibly compensate for six years of my youth?
But I didn't want to ask, because I wouldn't believe a single word from him anymore.
So I broke free violently and turned to slap him.
His face turned to the side, tears falling down along his nose.
But the next second, he suddenly smiled.
He turned his head and stared straight at me: "Well, Glad you finally know. At least now I can stop lying awake every night, scared you'd find out."
I froze for a moment, then slapped him again with my other hand.
"Shameless!"
Landon stopped pretending completely. He nodded.
"Fine, I'm shameless. Are you done hitting me? If not, keep going."
He grabbed my hand and made me hit him.
After several more hits, I pulled my hand away.
His eyes lit up, and despite his red, swollen face, he said joyfully:
"You still care. I can see it."
I scoffed: "I just don't want to dirty my hands."
Landon's face stiffened, then he said pleadingly again:
"Do you really hate me that much?"
I couldn't stand his act anymore and asked calmly: "What’s the point of asking me that? You sent me to prison for six years and didn’t look back once. Am I supposed to thank you for that?"
I looked at his stunned expression and questioned him seriously.
"Do you know what six years feels like? Like a bird with broken wings, trapped and helpless—I counted every single day."
Thinking of those scenes, I twisted my lips and said slowly, fighting back tears:
"You told me to wait two months. On the 59th day, I was so excited I couldn’t even sleep. I kept thinking, 'Just one more day and I’ll finally see him.'
But the next day came… and I waited until it got dark. You never showed up.
I started panicking, but I kept telling myself—maybe you were delayed by something. Maybe you’re coming tomorrow."
"Then one day passed. Then another. And another. Still nothing."
"I completely broke down. I screamed like a crazy person, begging someone to let me out. They had to pin me to the floor. My nails were bleeding from how hard I fought."
"And the worst part? Everyone looked at me like I was pathetic. Because I kept saying over and over, ‘My fiancé’s coming for me. He’s coming.’"
I smiled blankly and said word by word: "From that moment on, I became the prison's pitiful creature. Everyone knew I was the crazy woman abandoned by her fiancé."
Landon clenched his jaw, his eyes so red they looked like they might bleed.
His voice trembled: "I didn't abandon you. I was always behind you."
"I wasn’t ignoring you. I didn’t visit, but I knew everything."
"I pulled some strings to make sure people inside looked after you."
"I knew your mood was better in the afternoons. I knew what you liked to eat, what movies you watched… I did everything I could to make it up to you."
"I heard every damn word. You two were in the hallway, all over each other—and then you kissed. Pretty passionately, too."
Over the next few seconds, Landon's expression crumbled inch by inch before my eyes.
He was terrified, opening his mouth several times but unable to say a word.
I suddenly felt bored and turned to walk away.
But after just a few steps, I heard urgent footsteps behind me, and arms wrapped around me tightly.
His heart was beating so fast it made my entire back tremble.
"Sierra, I know I was wrong—so damn wrong. Please… just give me one chance to make it up, please."
Make it up? What could possibly compensate for six years of my youth?
But I didn't want to ask, because I wouldn't believe a single word from him anymore.
So I broke free violently and turned to slap him.
His face turned to the side, tears falling down along his nose.
But the next second, he suddenly smiled.
He turned his head and stared straight at me: "Well, Glad you finally know. At least now I can stop lying awake every night, scared you'd find out."
I froze for a moment, then slapped him again with my other hand.
"Shameless!"
Landon stopped pretending completely. He nodded.
"Fine, I'm shameless. Are you done hitting me? If not, keep going."
He grabbed my hand and made me hit him.
After several more hits, I pulled my hand away.
His eyes lit up, and despite his red, swollen face, he said joyfully:
"You still care. I can see it."
I scoffed: "I just don't want to dirty my hands."
Landon's face stiffened, then he said pleadingly again:
"Do you really hate me that much?"
I couldn't stand his act anymore and asked calmly: "What’s the point of asking me that? You sent me to prison for six years and didn’t look back once. Am I supposed to thank you for that?"
I looked at his stunned expression and questioned him seriously.
"Do you know what six years feels like? Like a bird with broken wings, trapped and helpless—I counted every single day."
Thinking of those scenes, I twisted my lips and said slowly, fighting back tears:
"You told me to wait two months. On the 59th day, I was so excited I couldn’t even sleep. I kept thinking, 'Just one more day and I’ll finally see him.'
But the next day came… and I waited until it got dark. You never showed up.
I started panicking, but I kept telling myself—maybe you were delayed by something. Maybe you’re coming tomorrow."
"Then one day passed. Then another. And another. Still nothing."
"I completely broke down. I screamed like a crazy person, begging someone to let me out. They had to pin me to the floor. My nails were bleeding from how hard I fought."
"And the worst part? Everyone looked at me like I was pathetic. Because I kept saying over and over, ‘My fiancé’s coming for me. He’s coming.’"
I smiled blankly and said word by word: "From that moment on, I became the prison's pitiful creature. Everyone knew I was the crazy woman abandoned by her fiancé."
Landon clenched his jaw, his eyes so red they looked like they might bleed.
His voice trembled: "I didn't abandon you. I was always behind you."
"I wasn’t ignoring you. I didn’t visit, but I knew everything."
"I pulled some strings to make sure people inside looked after you."
"I knew your mood was better in the afternoons. I knew what you liked to eat, what movies you watched… I did everything I could to make it up to you."
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