The Alibi Killer

As a film producer, late nights editing were normal, usually accompanied by the comforting thought of my daughter, Olivia, home from her film club.

But then the phone rang, and a police officer's chilling words sliced through my world: "It' s about your daughter, Olivia."

She was found brutally beaten in an alley and was clinging to life, her precious vintage camera shattered beside her.

At the hospital, amidst the sterile air, the true horror began as my wife, Isabella, Olivia' s own mother, calmly and chillingly framed me for the attack.