“Stop pretending to be pitiful!” another voice accused. “You protected the murderer! Everything that’s happening to you now, you deserve it!”
I felt the cold metal of the memory-extracting machine being connected to my body.
With the last of my strength, I turned my head to look at Zachary.
Tears welled in my eyes, and I weakly shook my head.
Zachary sneered at me. “Don’t bother struggling. Now you regret it? Too late. Do you even understand how much Zoey suffered back then? Why didn’t you speak up? You deserve to die.”
He looked at me as though I were nothing but dirt. “They say this memory extractor causes pain equal to being electrocuted to death. Let’s see how it feels, shall we?”
The trial took place in Springfield’s largest hall, a massive venue packed with twenty thousand people and broadcast live nationwide.
Zoey’s case had shocked the entire country.
The police had taken it seriously, but since I refused to speak, the case went cold and was eventually ruled a suicide.
Zachary’s parents were there, too.
They had once disowned him for marrying me, but when they learned he was doing all this for their dead daughter, their anger shifted to grief.