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I filled a whole bottle of sleeping pills in my daughter's cup on her full moon day.
My parents, who were busy preparing for the celebration a few hours ago, now have blood and flesh on their limbs and their bodies lying horizontally in the bright red pool.
Yasmine is my wife who has just recovered from childbirth and had her knee removed. Her expression showed that she had suffered extreme pain before.
I proactively called the police, but my emotions were surprisingly calm.
And now I am sitting on the sofa, gazing at the bloodstains on the snow-white walls and the remnants of my once perfect life.

The Family's Final Celebration

The moment I learned this, my world crumbled. All my beliefs, my trust, everything I had held dear... collapsed.


I despised Ezekiel Aston. I loathed Beatrice Aston. I hated them all.


Ezekiel Aston had been driven by avarice. He married Beatrice for her family's fortune, using it to ascend to power while depleting her resources until nothing remained.


But he despised her for bearing a "useless" daughter. So, he took me in—secretly exchanging me for her. He played the role of a loving father in public, but behind closed doors, he treated us like chess pieces.


Years passed, and when Ezekiel discovered that my health was failing, that I would never be able to inherit the Aston Family fortune, he shifted his focus to his biological daughter. He orchestrated our marriage, pulling strings to unite us.


I had annual physical examinations; they must have known about my bone cancer long before I did. But they kept it hidden.


Chapter 10