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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

It was as if he was pleasantly surprised to see me after such a long time.


I paid him no mind, walking straight to my seat.


The judge looked over, confused. "Do you two know each other?"


Alexander blurted out, "She's my wife."


The judge frowned. "If you're husband and wife, there's a conflict of interest. This hearing will require a different lawyer."


I took a step forward. "Your Honor, I have no relationship with him, and we are not married."


Alexander turned his head to look at me in disbelief.


As I spoke, I presented proof of my marital status for them to see.


"As for Mr. Alexander here, he is married. His wife's name is Isabella Krause."


Alexander looked at me as if he'd just been sentenced to death, dazed and despairing.


He must have guessed when he was watching the security footage that I had already seen those draft emails and discovered the secret he had hidden for so long.


Chapter 11