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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

"The person in the courthouse that day… was you?"


Alexander’s voice trembled uncontrollably.


It was enough to show just how stunned he was.


But he didn't interrupt me as I continued to state the facts, calm and objective.


Isabella couldn't take it anymore. She shrieked and lunged, trying to tear at me. "Sophia, you're lying."


"We'll see if I'm lying once you look at the evidence."


It was only then that he truly understood the magnitude of his mistake. At that moment, he had chosen to flee, believing the person who died was just an insignificant stranger.


He had even dismissed the faint cry he heard as a hallucination, leaving without a second thought as he held Isabella.


But he had left Sophia all alone in that fire.


He claimed to love Sophia more than life itself.


Even Alexander himself couldn't accept it.


Chapter 12