From Saving Me to Regretting Me

When I was sixteen, Lucas killed my stepfather, the beast who had molested me for years.

When reporters asked if he regretted his impulsive action, he smiled calmly and candidly: "Of course I regret it. I regret not getting rid of him sooner."

As everyone watched in shock, he lowered his eyes and laughed softly.

"Trading my worthless life for Violet's peace of mind and freedom for the rest of hers."

"It was worth it."

Three years after Lucas went to prison, I turned around and fell into the arms of a wealthy elite.

That same year, Lucas had his sentence reduced.