The False Confession

Synopsis

My husband, Keith Harris, told me he'd committed a hit-and-run in his youth. He said he wanted to do the right thing and turn himself in. He asked me to wait for him. So I did. I waited 20 long years. All that time, I went to the victim's family every month. I apologized and gave them money. But 20 years later, I saw my husband at the victim's place. He was supposed to be in prison. Then it hit me. He never went to the police. The "victim's widow" was his lover all along. Then I woke up—back 20 years in the past, the day he said he would surrender. This time, as he told me he was "going to confess," I collected every bit of proof and drove him to the police station myself. He wanted to play the criminal? Now he'd get to be one—for life.