Saints

I loved him with everything in me, but he was going to be my downfall and there was simply no denying that. So I did the only thing I thought I could; I killed him.

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"He was going to kill me," I said into the mic.

The interviewer sitting opposite me cocked and eyebrow and pursed his lips ever so slightly. It was a weird look on him but I refused to look away. I needed to be belived. I needed to look this man in the eye and tell my story.

Shuffling closer, he leaned forward on his elbows and asked, "And why do you think that Mrs. Behzad?"

"Because -" I feel a touch of sickness in my stomach, but I push it down. I will not be scared. I will not be anxious. "- he was a terrorist. He was involved with illicit trade and when I found out, I knew he was going to kill me. I acted completely in self defense and am not ashamed to say that I fought for my life." I pause, a lump forms in my throat and this time I don't swallow it down. My words are genuine for once. "I only regret loving him. I regret falling for the wrong man."

A tear slips down my cheek and I notice the interviewer become significantly more uncomfortable.

I would have smiled if I wasn't so busy being distraught about my husbands death - which I had 'allegedly' caused.

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This is the story of a woman married to a man. The story progresses through police interviews, news reports, narrations and flashbacks. Nothing is what it seems, and no one really knows the full story except for the woman in question herself; Mae Behzad. But is her memory really crystal clear?