Framed for Murder by My Husband
The click of the handcuffs locking into place sounded like a resounding slap in the face.
Sophie slumped to the ground, her lips trembling, unable to say a word.
I stood exactly where I was, watching Leon's pinned figure.
He was still struggling while screaming, "Let me go! I didn't do it! She framed me!"
But nobody believed him anymore.
My hands were shaking, but I didn't cry.
From the moment he called me yesterday, I realized that in this marriage, I had never truly been his wife.
I was just a pawn in his plan. A pawn meant to be discarded when he had made his move.