บททั้งหมดของ My Wife Killed Our Daughter to Save Her First Love’s Child: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

When I got home, I stared at the post for a long time, unable to calm down.Suddenly, the fingerprint lock on the front door chimed.I quickly saved a screenshot, placed my phone face down on the coffee table, and picked up a cloth to continue wiping my daughter's photo.Gwen Sinclair came in holding a bouquet of white lilies beaded with water.She placed them on the dresser and spoke solemnly. "Honey, I'm home. I went to visit Jade's grave. The rain was so heavy that I got held up."I turned to look at her heels. There wasn't a speck of mud on them.The cemetery was on a hill outside the city. How could her shoes be spotless after a visit?I didn't expose her lie.Gwen noticed nothing. She took an elegant gift box from her pocket and placed it on the table. “Oh, I ran into my brother-in-law on the way home. He said today marks the anniversary of Keira’s lifesaving surgery, but it’s also the day we lost Jade. He felt bad about that, so he got me a gift too.”She picked up the scarf,

Gwen's expression shifted. Before she could explain, I suddenly clasped her hand and put on a look of grief and resignation."Forget it. You're right. We can't bring back the dead. Those of us still here have to move on."I took a deep breath, my eyes slightly red. "I'll go."Gwen clearly didn't expect me to agree so readily. Delight flashed in her eyes, and she nodded repeatedly. "Yes, exactly! Honey, I'm so glad you feel that way! My brother-in-law will be thrilled!""Wait a moment. I'll change."I went into the bedroom. The instant I closed the door, every trace of grief vanished from my face.On the way to Zachary Blake's house, Gwen bought the largest Barbie playset. It was the same gift Jade begged her for, but she never bought.When Zachary opened the door, warm air rushed out to greet us.The living room was filled with balloons and streamers. In the center of the wall hung an enlarged photograph.Gwen held Keira while Zachary leaned close beside them. All three smiled brightly

Zachary went deathly pale. His spoon fell into his bowl, splashing soup across the table."I... I'll get a cloth from the kitchen." He scrambled to his feet and rushed away as if fleeing.Gwen couldn't sit still any longer. She stood abruptly and pulled me up. "Enough! You're seriously unwell! I'm taking you to a psychologist right now!"When we got home, Gwen immediately booked an appointment with a mental health specialist.I watched her anxiously making calls on the balcony, sneered, and slipped a miniature listening device into the bag she left on the couch.That night, I deliberately sharpened a knife in the bedroom.The rasp of the blade sounded especially harsh in the silence of the night.Gwen opened the door and found me holding a kitchen knife, staring blankly as I made slicing motions through the air. Her face drained of color."Honey, what are you doing?""I'm peeling an apple for Jade." I tilted my head toward her, pretending to hold an apple that wasn't there. "Look how

Gwen seemed to realize something and reached for the microphone. "Honey! You're drunk! Get off the stage!"I turned aside to avoid her hand and pressed the remote.The large screen behind me was showing happy photographs of Gwen's family. It flickered, then switched to blurry surveillance footage.It showed the ICU corridor three years earlier.In the video, Gwen slipped furtively into the room and came out five minutes later.Immediately afterward, doctors rushed inside and pronounced my daughter dead.The room erupted."What is this?""Isn't that Gwen? What is she doing?"Gwen lunged frantically toward the controls. "Turn it off! Turn it off! It's fake! It's edited!"I kicked her knee, sending her crashing to her knees. Then I pressed the remote again.The screen displayed the Organ Transplant Compatibility Report and my daughter's death certificate.Finally, the recording of Gwen's call with Lisa in the car that day echoed clearly through the banquet hall."Three years ago, you took

On the day I left the city, I went to see Gwen."Honey..." Her voice was hoarse and pleading. "How's Keira? Is... is she still alive?"Even now, all she cared about was that bastard child.I stood and looked at her coldly, making each word clear. "She's dead."Gwen shuddered, her eyes widened sharply. She slumped in the visiting chair as if every bone in her body dissolved."What did you say? Impossible! She got a new heart! Jade's heart! Jade's heart was healthy!" she screamed incoherently. Her hands clawed frantically at the soundproof glass, her nails making a piercing screech."Yes. Jade's heart was healthy." I looked through the glass at the woman who once shared my bed. All I felt was a cold indifference that almost resembled pity. "But Gwen, did you forget? Hearts have memories too. It recognizes the father who loved Jade, and the murderer who killed her.""At the birthday party, Keira suffered acute transplant rejection. The doctors fought to save her around the clock for th