Three Years for His Knees

Synopsis

On the day I caught them in the act, I didn't cry or make a scene. I swung an iron bar at the other man twelve times. The sound of his knees shattering was cleaner than my wife's screaming. I was the one who called the cops. "Please hurry up. Don't let him bleed out," I said. "If he dies, it'll cost me." I paid a million dollars for his letter of forgiveness. I traded three years in prison for his life in a wheelchair. It was worth it. The day I got out, Emily Stone stood outside the iron gate. She was holding two marriage license applications. Her eyes were red, but she was smiling. "Alex, time to come home," she said.