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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 team hurried to the medical center with great haste, neglecting to inform Yasmine beforehand, but an observer had been monitoring her every action.


Upon our arrival, the watcher began detailing Yasmine's activities. They revealed that Jim had somehow become a hospital nurse and had been constantly by Yasmine's side, their presence seemingly inseparable. The exact nature of their connection remained unclear.


After listening, I stated bluntly, "They're spouses."


"Yasmine and I never legally married," I added.


This was accurate. Initially, Yasmine had claimed reluctance to officially wed me, worried I'd suspect her of being interested only in my family's riches. She suggested we simply have a ceremony instead, and I was touched by this gesture.


However, I later uncovered the truth: she had legally married Jim, leaving me out entirely.


The law enforcement officers exchanged knowing looks, recognizing the seriousness of the situation, their empathy evident.


Chapter 9