Out Of The Prison Of Dead Love Into His Heart Novel by Haley Blanton _ Novel




Out Of The Prison Of Dead Love Into His Heart Chapter 01

Chapter 1 Released but Not Forgiven

“Just lay low and stay out of trouble.” With that final warning from the prison guard, Natalie Foster finally stepped out of the cell that had held her captive for three long years.
The sunlight hit her skin for the first time in what felt like forever.
Not far away, a Maybach sat idling. A man and a boy stepped out and walked toward her.
“Natalie, I’m here to take you home.”
Natalie looked up, her eyes settling on the two familiar figures.
The man and the boy standing before her were her husband and son—Jackson Collins and Aiden Collins.
Their eyes met, and for a second, Jackson looked stunned.
She had changed so much in three years.
She looked thinner—much thinner.
The bold, carefree woman he used to know was gone. She looked thin, fragile, like she was barely holding on.
And yet, he had made sure people inside took care of her. So why…
Was this all an act? The thought flashed through his mind. Then came the memories—of what she’d done. His expression turned cold.
Even if she wasn’t pretending, she had brought this on herself.
His tone was ice-cold, like she was a stranger. “Get in the car. You’ve been in there for three years. You should’ve learned your lesson by now. Don’t make the same mistake again.”
Aiden hesitated for a moment too.
Mom used to be beautiful.
She was always well-dressed, bright, and cheerful. Her smile was warm and comforting.
But now… he barely recognized her.
After a pause, Aiden snapped back to reality. His face turned cold. “Dad’s right. Ms. Victoria forgave you because she’s a good person. But if you ever hurt her again, neither of us will forgive you.”
“Forgive me?” Natalie’s face stayed blank, but after a moment, pain and mockery shimmered in her eyes. She let out a quiet laugh. “The man who threw his wife and the mother of his child in prison… thinks he gets to talk about forgiveness?”
The man and boy standing before her—once the two people she loved most in the world—had been the very ones who threw her behind bars three years ago.
Jackson had once saved her life. Because of that, she had been determined to marry him.
Back then, the Collins family was far less powerful than the Fosters. She had the money and the connections—and even had a fight with her mom just to marry him.
After they got married, she gave up her career for the family. She was a gifted traditional medicine prodigy, but she walked away from it all to become a full-time housewife—cooking, cleaning, and slowly fading into the background.
She had thought that maybe, just maybe, she’d earn some respect.
But Jackson had always been distant, cold.
And their son, Aiden, had always seemed emotionally detached from her. He even used to say, “Mom, you don’t even have a job. You don’t get to tell me what to do.”
She used to think that was just their nature—detached and indifferent.
Then Jackson’s first love, Victoria Hayes, came back into the picture.
Around Victoria, Jackson changed completely. Suddenly, the cold, distant man she knew was smiling—warmly. Softly.
That was the first time Natalie realized… Jackson could be gentle.
Even on their anniversary, when she was hunched over in pain from a lingering postpartum complication…
Jackson had hung up on her emergency call just so he could celebrate Victoria’s birthday.
She’d nearly died during surgery. The hospital issued multiple critical condition notices.
And yet, neither Jackson nor Aiden came to see her. Not even once.
When she was finally discharged and came home, all she found was a filthy house, a resentful son, and a husband who couldn’t have cared less.
Her son had even complained, “You’re not even a good mom. You were gone forever, and the house is a mess! You’re nothing like Ms. Victoria!”
What a joke. Cleaning? She’d almost died!
Natalie tried to reason it out. Kids don’t know any better. Jackson’s just cold by nature. Give it time. It’ll get better.
So she kept dragging herself through the days, barely holding on.
They had a child. How could they possibly divorce?
Until the night of the banquet—when Victoria fell from the stage… and blamed her.
Even when Victoria pointed the finger at her, claiming Natalie had pushed her, neither Jackson nor Aiden even bothered to check the security footage. They just took Victoria’s word for it and stood by her.
At the time, Natalie dropped to the ground, clutching her stomach, begging Jackson to believe her. The gravel dug into her palms until they bled.
Jackson didn’t even flinch. He simply frowned, pulled out a handkerchief, and slowly wiped off his designer suit.
All he cared about was her getting blood on his custom suit.
Aiden looked at her with disgust and shoved her hard. “You’re a horrible woman. You don’t deserve to be my mom! I wish you’d just died on the operating table when you had me. Then Ms. Victoria could’ve been my mom instead!”
Natalie collapsed onto the ground, heartbroken beyond words… And then, suddenly, she laughed.
She laughed at herself—for loving the wrong people, for being so painfully stupid.
In the end, they charged her with assault and had her sent to prison.
She spent three years behind bars.
The women inside were brutal, cruel, and relentless. She was constantly beaten down—physically and emotionally.
Not once did her husband or son visit. Not one phone call. Not even a letter.
If it hadn’t been for one unexpected turn… she might’ve died in there.
Jackson’s voice cut through her thoughts, cold and sharp. “Aiden and I are already doing more than enough by picking you up. You’ve been in prison. Victoria’s waiting at home, so let’s not drag this out.”
Aiden rolled his eyes. “Yeah, Mom, stop being so dramatic. Ms. Victoria is baking teddy bear cookies for me tonight. If we don’t hurry, the ice cream cake I brought her is going to melt.”
Natalie listened in silence.
All she felt was a mix of anger and heartbreak. Teddy bear cookies? Did Aiden forget?
That silly little snack was something she’d created for him.
Victoria had just copied it.
Same ingredients, same shape—but somehow, when Victoria made them, Aiden swore they tasted better.
Her husband and son came to bring her home—empty-handed, like always. Not even a second of concern for her. Only Victoria ever mattered.
Between her and Victoria, Jackson and Aiden had always chosen Victoria. Believed her. Favored her.
Even the child she carried for ten months—her own flesh and blood—was completely on Victoria’s side.
Natalie looked up, her voice flat. “I’m not going back with you.”
Jackson’s eyes darkened, his tone sharp with irritation. “Not going back? What else can someone like you do? You’ve been to prison. Without the Collins family, you’re nothing. Natalie, it’s been three years. You still haven’t learned?”
“That’s my problem. You didn’t want a wife or a mother who’d been to prison. Fine. I don’t want a husband and son who threw me into hell either.”
People don’t learn just because you tell them. But once you’ve been through it—learned it the hard way and paid the price—you never forget.
Three years ago, she had loved Jackson and Aiden with everything she had. Even when they pushed her aside, turned cold, and clung to Victoria, she still hoped they’d change.
But now? Three years of pain had hollowed her out.
Her husband. Her son. She didn’t want them anymore.
Natalie’s voice was calm and steady. “I want a divorce.”

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