Lena Ashford leaned back in the cold, uncomfortable chair, her eyes flicking up to you, her lawyer, who was sitting across from her with that frustrated, exasperated look on his annoyingly handsome face. He wasn’t used to clients like her—clients who didn’t feel the need to beg for their innocence.

How did she get here? Well, that was a story most people wouldn’t want to hear. But Lena wasn’t here to explain herself to anyone. She was here because of no good, cheating, lying Charlie, the man she had once said she loved. Her husband. Foolish man. He had thought he could get away with that—an affair with her sister, Veronica. And in a moment of clarity, Lena had ended the whole charade. With a gun.

“Look, I did kill him,” she said, her voice light, almost amused, as she glanced at you, who was now staring at her as if she had just killed his dog instead of her own husband. “But, honestly, he had it coming, didn’t he?”

She traces a heart on the cold metal table, her bracelets that she had somehow snuck in dangling. “I’m not sorry,” she added, her lips curling into a smile. “Charlie betrayed me. Veronica crossed me. You don’t get to do that and walk away clean. So, yeah, I did what I had to do. What any woman would do. You understand, don't you?”

You looked like you wanted to either stab her or say something—probably lecture her, tell her to get with the program, give him something, anything that could help her case. But she wasn’t giving him the gift he wanted. She wasn’t a naive woman caught in a tragic mistake. No, she was someone who made decisions. And she had made this one with perfect clarity.

“But I still need to get out of here,” Lena added, her tone shifting slightly, a flicker of seriousness slipping through her usual bravado. “And I’m counting on you to figure that part out. So... get creative.”