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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.

Guilty as Charged

"Sophia is an adult, and she's a lawyer. How could she just disappear?"


"Maybe she's just too busy with work and doesn't want to be bothered by you..."


Alexander’s brows knitted tighter and tighter.


"Mr. Alexander, we've checked the surveillance. A week ago, your wife got into a strange man's car at the villa gate."


"The two of them looked very intimate. After they left, she never came back."


Alexander's face turned livid, but Isabella feigned a comforting, understanding tone.


"She probably had her own arrangements, and that's why she left with another man. Otherwise, you clearly assigned a driver to her, so why would she get in a different man's car? This must be a misunderstanding."


Alexander snapped, "Send me that surveillance footage!"


"I will find Sophia, even if I have to go to the ends of the earth and pay any price!"


She was the one who had fed the bodyguard that story.


Chapter 9