The courtroom was tense as Isabella sat in the defendant's chair, her designer clothes crinkling softly with each movement she made.
As the murder of the opera queen Elena had shocked the high society world, and now all eyes were on her as she answered the questions thrown at her by the prosecutor.
But as she spoke,she couldn't help but steal glances at her husband sitting in the gallery.
He was the one who had set her up, who had revealed her dark secrets to the authorities.
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