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Three months before my execution, I fired my husband. He was Nolan Hayes, the legendary defense attorney who’d snatched three men from death row on the eve of their executions. Everyone thought I’d lost my mind. But they didn’t know that for the past eleven years, he had postponed one critical hearing after another to comfort his young assistant, who was perpetually having an “emotional breakdown.” I was once the case he was proudest of. Now, I was the inconvenience he refused to mention. The last time he missed a deadline for his assistant, I lost my only witness. This time, I didn’t cry. I didn’t make a scene. I simply sat before the prison notary and, with each stroke of the pen, stripped him of the right to defend me. Later, he would get on his knees and beg me to let him file one last stay of execution. But why would a dead woman need saving from the man who killed her? … Today was my ninth innocence hearing. It was also my last chance. ......

Three months before my execution, I fired my husband. He was Nolan Hayes, the legendary defense attorney who’d snatched three men from death row on the eve of their executions. Everyone thought I’d lost my mind. But they didn’t know that for the past eleven years, he had postponed one critical hearing after another to comfort his young assistant, who was perpetually having an “emotional breakdown.” I was once the case he was proudest of. Now, I was the inconvenience he refused to mention. The last time he missed a deadline for his assistant, I lost my only witness. This time, I didn’t cry. I didn’t make a scene. I simply sat before the prison notary and, with each stroke of the pen, stripped him of the right to defend me. Later, he would get on his knees and beg me to let him file one last stay of execution. But why would a dead woman need saving from the man who killed her? … Today was my ninth innocence hearing. It was also my last chance. ......

Three months before my execution, I fired my husband. He was Nolan Hayes, the legendary defense attorney who’d snatched three men from death row on the eve of their executions. Everyone thought I’d lost my mind. But they didn’t know that for the past eleven years, he had postponed one critical hearing after another to comfort his young assistant, who was perpetually having an “emotional breakdown.” I was once the case he was proudest of. Now, I was the inconvenience he refused to mention. The last time he missed a deadline for his assistant, I lost my only witness. This time, I didn’t cry. I didn’t make a scene. I simply sat before the prison notary and, with each stroke of the pen, stripped him of the right to defend me. Later, he would get on his knees and beg me to let him file one last stay of execution. But why would a dead woman need saving from the man who killed her? … Today was my ninth innocence hearing. It was also my last chance. ......

Three months before my execution, I fired my husband. He was Nolan Hayes, the legendary defense attorney who’d snatched three men from death row on the eve of their executions. Everyone thought I’d lost my mind. But they didn’t know that for the past eleven years, he had postponed one critical hearing after another to comfort his young assistant, who was perpetually having an “emotional breakdown.” I was once the case he was proudest of. Now, I was the inconvenience he refused to mention. The last time he missed a deadline for his assistant, I lost my only witness. This time, I didn’t cry. I didn’t make a scene. I simply sat before the prison notary and, with each stroke of the pen, stripped him of the right to defend me. Later, he would get on his knees and beg me to let him file one last stay of execution. But why would a dead woman need saving from the man who killed her? … Today was my ninth innocence hearing. It was also my last chance. ......