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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 had even left my phone charger at home.


He finally sat down in his study, trying to believe that this was all just a misunderstanding, that I was just too busy to have made it home yet.


But it seemed someone had accessed his computer without logging out properly.


Alexander’s eyes instantly reddened at the corners. His fists clenched tightly as he summoned all the bodyguards.


“Didn’t I give orders that no one was to touch anything in here?”


The bodyguard hesitated before speaking. “Sir… it was your wife.”


A possibility seemed to dawn on Alexander, and the color drained from his face.


“Go. Bring me the security footage from the house.”


After recuperating in the hospital for half a month, I was soon discharged.


I asked Marcus to help me find a real estate agent to rent an apartment. I was going to live on my own.


Marcus looked at me in surprise. "So suddenly? You're not planning on going home?"


Chapter 10