4 months later...
"Mrs. Marie to the stand please," the lawyer said. I got on the stand and said the oath.
"Tell us about your relationship with your ex-husband Marciello Romani," he said.
"Our whole relationship-if you could even call it that was a disaster. I never wanted to be in it, but my father signed a contract with him. We got married and he was constantly drunk and high. When he was high and drunk I was so scared of him he would beat me all the time," I said, choking on my sobs.
I heard the jury gasp.
"I-I had n-nowhere to go. I started taking comfort in one of his friends Alonso. He was the only one there for me," I said, crying. Maybe I should take up acting.
"I started falling in love with him, Marciello found out and of course he went crazy and beat me. I couldn't move for days,'' I said, tears pouring down my eyes.
"I never saw Alonso again. After a stay at Marciello's parents house we ended up in the hospital. I found out I was pregnant them. I told Marciello that it was his and he believed me. I ended up finding Alonso and we continued talking in secret. Marciello found out a few years later. When he did he put a gun to my head and told me if I didn't kill Alonso he would kill me. He made me kill him, I didn't want to I loved Alonso so much!", I said, falling into the stand and crying hard.
"There you have it folks. Mr. Romani a mass manipulator. He manipulated this innocent woman into doing something. He beat her and ruined her life. This man deserves to be imprisoned for his crimes to this woman and his crimes of the mafia," the lawyer said.
I lifted up and saw Marciello smirking at me.
"You can leave off the stand, Ms. Marie," the lawyer said.
The lawyer went on to talking about the evidence of Marciello's drug trade. I was glad they didn't find any about the other murders or he would really be in deep shit.
Court was adjourned and we all left out. A ton of reporters were outside, asking me questions and taking pictures of me.
"You say your husband and you had a bad relationship. How come you did a porno with him? You look like you had good chemistry then?", One shouted.
"Did you know about his involvement with the mafia. Did you help?", Another one asked.
"Do you have any evidence of his beatings? How come there were no police reports?", The other said.
I pushed through the crowd and got in my car.
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Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months and months turned into years.
2 years later....
It was the day. The last day I would see Marciello. He had been on death row for the last couple of years and now they were going to kill him.
It was all over the news. It had been a while since Louisiana had performed an execution.
"Where's dad? I want to see him!", Matteó yelled.
"You'll see him when it's your time," I told him, tears running down my face.
