The Lawyer's Husband

The killer isn’t in the courtroom. He’s in your marriage.

I’m working the biggest case of my career. If I win, I’ll be the most successful lawyer in Michigan. If I lose, no woman is safe at home, least of all me...

Because, as our first and only witness gives her statement, my whole life begins to unravel.

Every detail she recalls about the killer we’re after is devastatingly his dark, unruly hair, his obsession with crisp shirts and sharp suits, even the restaurants he takes his victims to on dates. I shudder as she describes the red silk ribbon he asked her to wear as a symbol of her devotion.

We haven’t found the real killer. But I know exactly who he is.

The man who swore to cherish me until death do us part. Who tightly tied the crimson bow that I can now feel scratching at my wrist. My husband…