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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

A cruel smile played across my lips. Deliberately, I reached into my pocket and extracted the watch she had once given me. I tossed it onto her chest, watching it land with a soft thud.


"You want me to admit guilt?" I said, my voice calm yet biting. "Very well. I'll confess. But first, I have a stipulation."


I leaned closer, my gaze boring into hers.


The officers exchanged stunned glances, their eyes wide with incredulity.


"Confess? What does he mean? Is she involved in this case?"


Yasmine's face contorted, a maelstrom of rage and fear warring in her expression. She glowered at me, her resentment palpable, yet she dared not speak.


She was uncertain of the extent of my knowledge.


And she was terrified that one wrong word might unravel her carefully constructed lies.


She paused momentarily before cautiously speaking, her voice trembling with uncertainty:


Chapter 6