Death Row (Alibis Collection, #1)

by Freida McFadden

I will be executed by lethal injection in two weeks. And last, I am innocent. I didn’t kill my husband.

It’s been a week, and every single time he goes to “work,” he comes back stinking of eau de slut.

If I came into my kitchen and smelled gas the way I do now, I would know not to use the oven and possibly to call the fire department. Noel wouldn’t know, though.