The woman looked haggard with a wrinkled face and black eye bags. Her hair that used to look shiny and well-groomed no longer looked the same.
She looked much more like a seventy-year-old woman than a fifty-five years one.
Yes, she was now fifty-five years old.
The time she had spent in prison for these twenty years had completely drained all of her energy. She had ruined her life, her name and the honor of her family and ended up with nothing.
Regret was no longer a word to her, but it was a lifestyle she had to adopt to now.
Shame was no longer in her, because she didn't need to feel that way as no one knew her now.
No one would recognize her anymore even though she walked in a crowd and without a bodyguard. There would no longer be mass media swarming around her just to hear a word or two from her.
Or a group of elite people who ownee shares in various well-known companies who would listen to her business ideas.
