I married a prisoner for money while he was serving a twelve-year sentence — but after his conviction was overturned, he came to my apartment with a black box and said, “Now it’s my turn to be honest.”

at him.

“You were giving me clues?”

He nodded.

“I couldn’t explain everything openly. I hoped you’d notice the inconsistencies and ask questions.”

I stepped away from the table.

For three years, I’d believed I was independently uncovering evidence that could save my husband.

Now I realized he’d been guiding me.

“You used me.”

Julian looked devastated.

“Nora—”

“I spent nights crying over those documents. I begged lawyers to listen. I risked everything because I believed you!”

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