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Three days later, with the support of conclusive evidence, the court quickly made a judgment on my father-in-law Ethan and mother-in-law Megan.

They were sentenced to death for the crime of causing death by negligence.

My brother-in-law Jayden also participated in the murder and was sentenced to three years in prison.

As for me, I did not sign the letter of forgiveness as they wished.

Ethan hysterically shouted at me on the phone, "I have already given you the evidence, why do you still treat us like this?."

I sneered, "Ethan, I only said that you shouldn't go back on your word, but I never said that I wouldn't go back on my word."

"You killed my husband and daughter for the sake of Megan and her son.

Now it's time for you to taste the flavor of death."

"My husband and biological mother-in-law are waiting for you to go down and atone for your sins."

"All of this is your own fault."

After saying that, I hung up the phone.

I gently stroked the little teddy bear my daughter left behind, recalling the afternoon she loved most when she was alive, the scene of us swinging together in the backyard.

The laughter from that time seemed to be just yesterday, but everything had changed.

Three years later, my brother-in-law Jayden was released from prison.

Because of his imprisonment, he lost his job, and my sister-in-law Sophia also parted ways with him.

The first thing he did after his release was to come and seek revenge on me.

This was within my expectations.

After a long struggle, I finally decided to sell that luxurious villa.

Before, I always felt that the villa carried too many memories and was a shared world for my daughter and me.

But after going through so much, I understood that it was enough to keep the memories of loved ones in my heart.

Those physical objects were just carriers of memories.

After handling the family affairs, I used the lottery winnings to buy a house in the neighboring city and started a new life.

However, I underestimated Jayden's persistence.

He actually found a way to locate my new residence.

That day, he suddenly appeared in front of me, holding a fruit knife in his hand, trying to blackmail me.

He had been in prison for so long and obviously no longer wanted to risk the second half of his life for revenge.

But I didn't comply with his intentions.

When he was off guard, I snatched the knife from his hand.

What happened next still makes me feel lingering fear whenever I think about it.

After everything settled down, I called the police with trembling hands.

In the end, this incident was determined to be justifiable self-defense.

I knew that if I didn't thoroughly resolve the issue with Jayden, I would live in the shadow for the rest of my life.

Even if I gave him money, he would not let the matter rest and would definitely harass me for life.

A month later, my wound healed, leaving a hideous scar.

But I didn't find it ugly; instead, I regarded it as a medal of victory.

In this chaos, I accidentally discovered another shocking secret.

It turned out that my husband and Jayden had no blood relationship at all.

In other words, he was not Ethan's biological son at all.

Thinking about how Ethan had painstakingly managed for the sake of this "so."

for so many years, even taking risks, only to find out it was all for nothing in the end, it was truly ironic.

After dealing with all of this, I finally ushered in a new life.

I gently opened the diary my daughter left behind and turned to the last page of her life.

That day, she wrote, "Mom, I love you."

Tears unconsciously slid down my face.

I knew that although justice had been served, the pain of losing loved ones would never disappear.

I took a deep breath and closed the diary. [The End]