Framed
He left the house in silence.
His heart was heavy. His mind filled with disappointment. But his decision was final — he chose his mother over a poisoned love.
Ameni didn’t follow him. She stayed.
Alone. Proud. Furious.
She walked through the empty house, still echoing with his words:
“If I had to choose between the world… and my mother — I’d choose her.”
She scoffed.
“He’ll come crawling back. They always do.”
But she didn’t know — they were already coming.
That night, the door creaked open. Uninvited guests slipped through the shadows — the failed singers whose careers Ameni had destroyed just by existing.
They didn’t speak.
They didn’t hesitate.
And when they left… Ameni’s voice would never sing again.
By morning, the sirens came.
Yellow tape. Flashing lights. The biggest scandal the country had seen.
The headlines screamed:
“Husband kills superstar wife after explosive fight!”
The police didn’t investigate — they obeyed.
A certain officer had already been paid to connect the dots however needed.
And the dots all led to one man: her husband.
He was arrested without warning.
Dragged from the street. No explanations.
“You’re under arrest for the murder of Ameni.”
He froze.
“What…? No—no! I left! I wasn’t there!”
But no one cared.
Inside the courtroom, evidence was planted:
A weapon he’d never touched.
A neighbor’s fake testimony.
Security footage mysteriously "corrupted."
And a cop who smiled every time he lied.
He stood there… surrounded by wolves.
“You’re a monster,” the world said.
“A cold-blooded killer.”
And the sentence came fast.
Life in prison.
A concrete cell. A grey jumpsuit. A name stripped away — replaced by a number.
Each night, he sat on the edge of his cold bed, hands trembling.
“How did it come to this…?”
“Why didn’t I protect her?”
“Why didn’t I stay…?”
But fate hadn’t finished with him yet.
Because in that prison — in the shadows of despair — something strange was waiting for him…
A black joker.
In his cell, he sat on the cold edge of his bed, his mind clouded with unanswered questions.
“Why didn’t I stay? Why didn’t I protect her?”
But something else nagged at him.
In the far corner of his cell, in the darkest spot where the light never reached, he felt eyes on him. Heavy. Cold.
There was no one there.
Or at least, that’s what he told himself.