Lock Me Up? You’ll Pay

Summary

Fifteen years ago, the brutally mutilated corpse of a stranger was discovered in the center of my bedroom.

My parents, fueled by a sickening sense of righteous fury, pointed their fingers at me. They swore to the police that I was the killer. My twin brother sobbed uncontrollably, begging me to just confess and spare the family any more pain. My wife, the CEO of a rising tech firm, handed me divorce papers before the blood on my floor had even dried.

I was convicted and thrown into a maximum security prison. The victim’s family paid off the inmates.