I have two sides. The life I lived and the one I didn’t dare pursue. It took years to understand how the unconscious controls our lives. We think we have free will but it’s an illusion. We have no freedom until we accept we have no will, and then start questioning the programs that make us the person, the robot we are.
They said I murdered her but they’ve no idea how she provoked me. If I was programmed so was she to irritate and refuse to comply. After all, she wasn’t working, it was me bringing home the bacon, making her life so cushy.
Why do they listen to him? He always could sweet-talk everyone.
She just never stopped spending. Wanted the best and then wasn’t satisfied. All she did was complain.
He wanted an image. Wanted perfection. It didn’t matter what I did, I was never perfect, had to do everything again. Should’ve realised when he started complaining about dinner. He’d lived on junk food and cans before we met, then, all of a sudden, he was a food critic. Complaints! Just a smoke screen for infidelity.
She was sloppy. Never did anything properly. If I did my job the way she did, then I’d be fired in five minutes.
While the jury is still considering its verdict, his fans are outside the courtroom with placards demanding he be freed. They don’t believe he was capable of murder. They know it was self-defence.
Your fans! What fools those women are. Don’t they know underneath all your charm you’re just a narcissist? And a murderous one at that.
She deserved everything she got. Bitch!
Your claim it was me who came at you with a knife is a lie. I tried to protect myself against your rage. Look where it got me.
Money buys the best lawyers and barristers. I’m not spending ten years in gaol.
I don’t have a voice. I’m painted as a woman who used him. Why is that story doing the rounds? Should’ve run years ago, got away. Seems you can’t escape the cobra, you belong to them. Leave, and they kill you.
Smart operators leak information to the media, muddy the waters.
We know her history she was a slut. How he ended up with her… She was always after his money.
The Social Media feeding frenzy of envious women ready to smear another they’re happy I’m dead. Now their fantasy about marrying him is a possibility. Do they really think they’re in his league? They’re just conveniences filled with false hope. He learnt early to shop expensive.
Even her kids turned against her, gave evidence. They knew what she was like.
A good barrister can put words into anyone’s mouth.
He wanted access to my trust. I said no. I thought I was protecting my kids. It always looked like it was me fighting, provoking. He’s so clever. I wish I had left when he first tried to strangle me. Would that have been evidence enough?
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