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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

"I'm so sorry. This is all my fault. You got hurt because of me."


And yet, a bitter feeling spread through my heart.


After all, if even my own husband chose to run away in a situation like that, who was I to blame?


Besides, our marriage certificate was invalid. He wasn't really my husband at all.


"I'll take care of you until you're out of the hospital."


But Marcus was patient, and he talked to me about all sorts of things.


He told me how blue the sky was that day, and how beautiful the clouds were as they drifted by.


He'd seen a car accident on his way over and had called for an ambulance.


He'd found a beautiful, heart-shaped leaf, and he brought it to me, saying I could press it between the pages of a book to use as a bookmark.


He'd also come across a cute stray cat.


He said that one day, when he was able, he would definitely adopt it.


Chapter 7