My Prosecutor Ex-Wife Asked Me How I Got Married In Jail

Synopsis

The day my three-year wrongful conviction was overturned, my ex-wife, the prosecutor who had personally sent me to prison, came to pick me up. She pressed a check for 1.5 million dollars against my chest, saying she'd spend the rest of her life making it up to me. I tore the check to pieces. "No need. I'm married," I told her. She lost her composure on the spot. "How could you get married in there?" I smiled. "You think I just spent the last three years counting the days?"