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She raised the syringe, already stained red with blood, and plunged it yet again into Denise's back. "Ethan, you're saying you were wrong? What exactly were you wrong about?" Mom's voice was sharp, cutting through the air like a blade. "A rotten father like you has the nerve to claim you made a mistake?" "She—Denise—didn't she always have depression? Since she's always talking about wanting to die, and you, being so ‘kind,' wanted to care for her. Well, as your wife, I'll share in that burden. Don't worry, I'll help her get what she wants—I'll send her straight to hell to pay for Mary's life."

OCTAVIA POV " What do you mean by he killed his father?" I ask nonplussed, as a wave of fear envelops me. " Let me explain. Eren was born to his parents at 8 month. His mom died during childbirth due to some complications...." She says before I cut in to clarify my doubts. " His mother died, is Luna Lora not his mother?" I ask puzzled " No she's not, she's actually Eren mother's younger sister" She informs simply

"Why couldn't you just die quietly? Why did you have to stand in Claire's way? I should never have agreed to take you back! "I gave birth to you, raised you, and gave you the best of everything. Why must you stand in her way?" I glanced at the time and spoke calmly. "If I die in this fire, so be it. What's tragic is that your precious daughter will be going to hell with me at her age." The way I shook my head in fake regret clearly hit a nerve. Mom's composure snapped. "Stop it! Stop right now!" she screamed. The flames vanished, and the last piece of the puzzle finally clicked into place in my mind.

"But he's your brother! Your father and I love you so much, but we haven't raised you so that you could kill your brother!" Andrew laughed with bitter irony. "My dear mother, you were the one who told the entire rescue team not to save him. If I'm the murderer, then you are nothing less than an accomplice!" Finally, Mom understood the full weight of her mistakes over all these years. She clutched my urn, weeping uncontrollably and refusing to let go. "Frank… I was wrong. I'm so sorry. I regret everything, son!" Dad, mortified and furious, pointed an accusing finger at Mom. "Look at the son you've raised! He's a murderer! If I'd known, I never would've married you!"

"Whatever happened between you and my son, whatever that witch did to him, none of it leaves this room. I will not have the family name dragged through the mud because you decided to talk to reporters." "I wasn't planning to talk to anyone." "Good. See that it stays that way." She examined her manicured nails with practiced indifference. "As for that woman who died, I can't say I'm sorry. She was as terrible as her sister. Elena was nothing but a witch who seduced my son and tried to destroy his future." I stared at her in disbelief. "Elena died protecting Damon. She jumped off a cliff rather than hurt him." "So she claims." His mother waved dismissively. "I saw how my son was that summer. O

I cut her off, bitterness sharp in my voice. "Shane told me he was testing haunted houses, but every night he came home. We only got to be together during New Year. Last year, when we ate buns, he looked so gloomy, saying there was no festive spirit. I just wanted him to have a New Year free from debt… so I had to do the clinical trial. Mom… did I do something wrong again?" The entire family froze. My mother's lips trembled, and tears fell in heavy drops.

But her words shattered the last piece of hope I had left. “Yes… he asked me to kill you. I could not refuse him… I could not, not when he had all my family captured. Please.” My hands started shaking. I tried to cover my mouth to hold back the sound that wanted to escape. “Father… no… this cannot be true…” It felt as if my whole world was spinning out of control. “He killed mother… he… her death was not my fault. It was him.” At my words, the woman raised her head again and looked at me more closely. She gasped and covered her mouth.

In the end, it was Jaiden who rushed in and formally identified Erin's body. Darnell seemed to have completely lost his mind. He threw himself over Erin's cold corpse, weeping hysterically. He begged her to wake up, to forgive him, and to stop being angry with him. Their parents had already died in a car accident. He couldn't lose her, too. He implored her to give him just one more chance. But the biting chill of the morgue provided his only answer. The dead could never return. Unwilling to accept reality, Darnell hunted down Erin's attending physician, nurses, and anyone who had been involved in her care.

Her mother looked at her. “I didn't kill you because I wanted you dead.” “But you killed me.” “Yes.” Elena's voice broke. “You don't get to change the words.” “I know.” “Why?” Her mother looked toward Eden. “Because of him.” Eden growled. Elena turned toward him. “Eden?” He stared at Elena's mother. “You.” Her mother looked at him. “I remember you.” “You left me.” “I saved you.” “You killed Mother.” Elena froze.

After reviewing the surveillance footage, they finally caught my murderer. In the interrogation room, Mom screamed at him hysterically, demanding to know why he had killed me. Her voice held grief, pain, and anger in equal measure, while resentment poured from her in waves. Yet, the killer smiled smugly at her grief-stricken face, his eyes shining with malice. He mocked disdainfully, "How does it feel to lose a loved one?"