Guilty as Charged

When I received the evidence from my client, I almost choked.

He said, his voice seething with anger, "This is the man my wife is sleeping with. She lied to me, tricked me into marrying her! None of it was real!"

My eyes were glued to the name—Alexander Mitchell.

"You know him?"

A bitter laugh escaped my lips.

"He's my husband of seven years."

Days later, I was kidnapped and thrown into an abandoned courthouse. The acrid stench of gasoline stung my nostrils, and then, a spark from a lighter sent flames roaring to life.

I screamed with every fiber of my being, a raw, desperate cry torn from my soul, "Alexander..."

I heard footsteps outside the door and a desperate hope flared within me—he had heard me.

But he just walked away, holding the woman in his arms, without so much as a backward glance.

I thought I was going to die in that inferno, but fate gave me a chance to fight back.

This time, it's their turn to pay the price.