Danielle’s POV I have gone hunting for days looking for every piece of evidence I can get to justify Bryan's innocence but I have found none. I went to the proposed scene where they found the dead body" It didn't look like Bryan's style. A few reporters have come knocking on my door, asking if I am okay. It's quite silly for them to ask me that when I knew the main reason they were coming for me. they needed information for feeds. They needed things to put out as headlines.I got the information I needed about Susan's family address. I visited once or twice, waiting to know if they were getting a burial done anytime soon.It's been a week and I haven't been allowed to see him. Yesterday, a reporter came into my house like every other reporter but she was different. I closed the door on her but she stopped it with her foot. "I am not going anywhere. I am also interested in this case, let me help you."She did seem to be interested in it and that was how I allowed her in and she told

The judge started. “Even though your husband is going through all of this, you stood by his side till the very end and insisted on marrying him before the sentence. I have seen how you went to the police HQ every time to look for him. I admire the bond you both share. So, for this reason, according to section 98, I shall reduce the sentence to one year in the purity prison which would take place tomorrow after his wedding with his wife.” He adjourned the court. I ran to Bryan and hugged him as tight as I could. “Oh, Danielle. I told you to let me be. I told you-—”I shut him up with the warmest kiss I could give. Although he had been sentenced, everyone around was clapping and smiling for our reunion. They freed him and let him go with me. The press attacked us outside but Bryan’s men helped us make way. I have less than twenty-four hours to spend with him. I hung to his arm, I would never let go. It’s been a month and tomorrow, he will be gone for a year. When we got home, the kids

“Why are you doing this to me, Gabe?” I asked with a stutter. “You know what I am going through and you decided to torment me with it? I love you, Gabe, you are someone I could never have if I were to look for another. You are very important to me but you need to stop thinking you are not. Before anything started, it was you. You were always with me.” My voice sounded more like I was yelling.I stood up and paced the room. “You are all I’ve got currently. I cannot trade that.”He suddenly hugged me from behind and rested his chin on my shoulder. “I love you too, Danielle. That is all I needed to hear from you.” I turned around and he tucked my hair behind my ear and looked down at me. He raised my chin with his index finger and came closer. I tried to move back, focusing on his lips. I stumbled on something and was about to fall but he caught my waist and drew me up into a kiss without warning.I closed my eyes, trying to figure out if it was hap

Danielle’s POV I have gone to eighteen different paper companies to look for which would accept and publish my side of the story but they all turned me down and said they couldn’t help the wife of a criminal. Of course, I can’t let that stop me from trying other means. I wrote a lengthy article on my Instagram page and posted it. Settling in my office, I went through my Instagram page. I’m a rampage, all I read were hateful comments and speeches about how I and Bryan killed Susan. No…this isn’t going to work. The latest news now is about how Bryan would have to face the court again tomorrow. Fucking Jury, I did everything I could. “Linda, can you… can you help me work on the case? I need everything I can find but I can’t do this alone. I need you, I need everyone. Fuck!” I said to Linda in a hurry. I slammed my hand on the table and paced the room with my hand on my forehead. I needed to cool down, I needed to be calm in this time of bad luck.“You need to calm down, alright?”“I!”

Danielle's POV I didn’t get to see Bryan that day, not even the slightest chance. Jack, Linda, Gabriel and I have been looking for ways to get better evidence but it was to no avail. I made posters and shared it around for people to see if they could help. With the current way things are, the judge just bought me time to find a way to outrun what the prosecutor had in hand. Whatever they were planning, it’s not going to be good.I sighed and paced around my room. It felt as though a fog of shadows was blinding me from seeing what I should see, doing what I should do but I do know that somewhere out there, there is an answer to the problem I have at hand.I sighed. “What do you think we can do now? I mean, we have done everything we can,” I said to Jack who was also thinking of a way to get his boss out of his mess. The alarm rang and the phone rang as well. I ran to take the call. “Hello?”“Honey, it’s not nice to hear your sweet voice again.” I have waited for a long time to finally