Chapter 7

"Mr. Allen developed genuine feelings for you and even bought you several gifts, including a lottery ticket. Yet after the breakup, you did not return the original ticket to him," the lawyer said.

I rolled my eyes. Here we go again about the lottery ticket.

If I hadn't already consulted a lawyer, who confirmed that the ticket counted as a gift and that I didn't need to return the winnings, I might have actually fallen for this.

"Additionally, Mr. Allen recently attempted suicide by carbon monoxide poisoning, which he claims you incited. Though the outcome wasn't fatal, he still suffered serious harm as a result."

He pulled out his phone and played a recording where I'd told Mike to go ahead and die—twice.

We'd been together for a year, during which he'd manipulated me in every way possible. It seemed he'd even remembered my usual phrases. He'd baited me into saying it, recorded it, and now handed it to his lawyer as evidence for his case against me.

The lawyer suggested that if t