Burying My Husband in His Courtroom

My husband's first love—the girl he’d put on a pedestal for a decade—killed my father in a drunk-driving accident.

And my husband, one of the city's top defense attorneys, tried to force me to take the fall.

He slipped the confession in front of me, his tone so flat and indifferent it made my blood run cold.

"It's a first offense for a relative, Marina. They'll go easy on you. Besides, Cassandra's parents are old; they need her to support them in their golden years. She can't go to prison. Your dad is already dead. You don't have anyone left to take care of anyway.