The Man I Married Twice

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d his head quickly as if he hadn't meant to be heard. I did not see his fac

oden dock. I held it so tightly that m

ned to my lawyer, "You said t

his forehead, exhausted. "The fingerprints didn't match. The time

. "Then why didn't

st the table before going stil

"Three professionals suddenly ch

n't change their minds. They were...", his eyes scanned the table as

them a visit last night." he

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heir professional integrity and reme

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y were given a very strong reason to sta

were b

as no humor in it. "If it were just bribery,"

saying?" my brows

scattered reporters, the clerks stacking fil

is barely audible now. "Someone extr

se stu

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stood behind me, cuffing my hand. That was when it felt real

Maybe someone would say they made a mistake. That someone would re

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If I screamed, it wouldn't matter. Someone had to

nded me. I was more confused than ever. I

m. For a moment, his eyes softened. "I'm sorr

ed and the car drove away, I saw his reflection

. It was not peaceful just empty.

nted windows in blurs of grey and heat. My reflection stared back at me fro

in other news, the face of Hartwood Glo

lowed. Bright. P

urity. Experi

agne in crystal glasses. Liam's hand resting proudly at the small of my back. The

the patrol car felt thick. I have been suffocating in

in a breath but stopped halfway. "Officer

member deciding. All I remember is the

impact stole the air from me completely. The car stopped. Voices shouted. I

how it ends

it anywhere. Blue Jade. My lungs froze. I had given Liam a bottle of that f

am was

ed against a firm chest. The traffic roared bac

y in the back of the patrol car again. When I forced

ee his face.

of rust and disinfectant. I sat on the narro

one waited for me. No loyal friend. No family. Not eve

n up or believed that

said, crossing his head in pity. On his exit, polished black shoes appeared. The prosecutor stopped ju

htly. Was it disapproval or sa

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rupted with raised voices. A woman shouting. Guards argui

n law. Her grief had hollowed her cheeks, it shar

hrough!"

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the guard befo

could s

face. The pain puls

d you?" s

pulling her back. She didn't fight them. She j

ing inside my chest. "I didn't

all over the country. Across every

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d to me. I had become the

ourtroom kept replaying. The man in the charcoal suit. The one who laughed when the

se suddenly, I realized somet