My husband took our daughter shopping, and in the blink of an eye, she vanished.
The next day, the kidnappers sent us one of her fingers, demanding $10 million for her release.
I desperately begged them not to harm her further. When I turned to my husband for the money, he hung his head low:
"All our funds are tied up in a new venture. We don't have that kind of cash to give them."
Our friends all expressed their inability to help, and without receiving the ransom, the kidnappers callously followed through on their threat.
When I saw my daughter's severed head, I was overcome with despair and fainted.
When I regained consciousness, I found myself in the hospital. As I opened my eyes, I overheard my husband on the balcony, talking on the phone.
"I told you to harvest the organs, why did you make such a spectacle of it?"
"I don't want to hear your excuses. Send her heart over immediately. If anything goes wrong with Mira's kid again, you'll have me to answer to!"
I lay frozen in bed, feeling a chill run through my entire body.
My daughter... he was behind her death?