I Watched Her Marry My Killer
Language: en
The killer who took my life was finally arrested seven years after I died. He’d clawed his way up from street-level thug to a crime boss, and he looked utterly unbothered during the televised trial as the judge read the verdict. As the court officer finished reciting the list of victims, his voice, already rough, sliced through the courtroom silence. “You missed one,” he drawled. “The very first one I ever killed, when I was just starting out. The one who died the worst.” “Amend the charges,” he proposed, meeting the stunned silence with chilling confidence. “And I’ll tell you who’s…