In the small, tight-knit neighborhood of Ironridge Township, a tragic fire erupted during the annual Memorial Day barbecue, claiming numerous lives.

My beloved husband, Claude Hart, was a fierce attorney known for never losing a case. In a controversial move to defend his first crush, Kate Goodwin, accused of arson in self-defense, Claude convicted three individuals posthumously, unaware one of them was me, carrying his unborn child.

When he discovered the harrowing truth, he wept at my gravesite, his mind shattered by grief.

In court, my spirit hovered, watching Claude fiercely defend Kate with the eloquence and determination that made him the most feared attorney in Crestview Metropolis.

With every slide of the laser pointer over the gruesome images of the charred bodies, his disdain was palpable.

Claude didn't smile at his beloved Kate until he won the case. "Kate's action is self-defense. The criminals had started the fire. So, I submit to the judge that Kate is not guilty of murder and arson. The criminals set the fire and cause their deaths. They had it coming!" His victory won applause.

"Well said, Mr. Hart! Thanks for protecting a woman's right to self-defense."

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ignorance. No one knew one of those bodies was mine, wrongly

people acknowledged her plight only. Blurred memories of my death haunted me. The monsters drowned me in acid, and my body was reduced to

leaving the courtroom,

been so wrapped up in the case, and I didn't want to bother you, but Claire hasn't been home for days, and her phone is

Hart family after

Gabrielle showed me kindness unlike any other in the Hart

She knows her way home. She was hiking with Kate. If

Claude coldly

me forever. But when Kate returned, my place in his heart and home crumbled to nothing. Clinging to Claude, Kate played the victim. "Does Mrs. Hart dislike me that much? Despite being

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