Yulansa
On the day the kidnappers killed my son, I did not cry.
I paid top dollar for the best lawyer in the city to argue that the kidnapper was innocent.
And once he was free, I signed ten percent of my shares over to him.
I also gave him the house my son had loved most.
My husband, Alex Thomas, slapped me in front of the press.
He called me a cold-blooded monster. People on social media boycotted my company and demanded my family kick me out.
I endured every insult and every attack in silence.
At the review hearing, I looked at my husband.
"I thought you, of all people, would understand me."