A Father's Vengeance

A Father's Vengeance

Gavin

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The smoke burned my eyes, thick and acrid, as my three-year-old son, Caleb, coughed weakly beside me. My wife, Jennifer, stood at the wine cellar door, her gaze fixed on her brother-in-law, Ryan. "It's for Molly's sake," she said, her voice chillingly devoid of warmth. "The guru said Caleb's energy caused her asthma attack. We have to cleanse it." She slammed the heavy oak door shut, the bolt thudding into place, trapping us. My son, who had a severe peanut allergy and sensitive lungs, was left to suffocate in the toxic smoke. Days bled into a hazy nightmare until Jennifer' s brother, Wesley, appeared, revealing Jennifer never loved me; I was just a rebound. He then callously threw more sage onto the embers, sealing our tomb deeper. I clawed our way out, just barely, carrying Caleb' s limp, blue body to a hospital, clinging to a desperate thread of hope. But Jennifer arrived, not for us, but demanding Caleb's O-negative blood for Molly' s minor fender bender injury, ignoring doctors' pleas. "He's my son. Do it," she commanded, her eyes cold. Then, with a casual glance at Caleb, a nurse, obviously bribed, fed him a peanut granola bar. The flatline screamed, and Caleb arched, his tiny chest still. Jennifer, with Ryan' s arm around her, turned her back on our dying son to comfort Molly' s fake tears. My world shattered. Ryan' s venomous whisper echoed: "You and your son, you were always in the way." How could a mother abandon her child to such a horrifying death? How could she choose a niece over her own son, then murder him without a second thought? Something inside me didn't just break; it turned to dust, then reformed into steel. Andrew Wright had to die, so the man who would take everything from them could be born.

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The smoke burned my eyes, thick and acrid, as my three-year-old son, Caleb, coughed weakly beside me.

My wife, Jennifer, stood at the wine cellar door, her gaze fixed on her brother-in-law, Ryan.

"It's for Molly's sake," she said, her voice chillingly devoid of warmth.

"The guru said Caleb's energy caused her asthma attack. We have to cleanse it."

She slammed the heavy oak door shut, the bolt thudding into place, trapping us.

My son, who had a severe peanut allergy and sensitive lungs, was left to suffocate in the toxic smoke.

Days bled into a hazy nightmare until Jennifer' s brother, Wesley, appeared, revealing Jennifer never loved me; I was just a rebound.

He then callously threw more sage onto the embers, sealing our tomb deeper.

I clawed our way out, just barely, carrying Caleb' s limp, blue body to a hospital, clinging to a desperate thread of hope.

But Jennifer arrived, not for us, but demanding Caleb's O-negative blood for Molly' s minor fender bender injury, ignoring doctors' pleas.

"He's my son. Do it," she commanded, her eyes cold.

Then, with a casual glance at Caleb, a nurse, obviously bribed, fed him a peanut granola bar.

The flatline screamed, and Caleb arched, his tiny chest still.

Jennifer, with Ryan' s arm around her, turned her back on our dying son to comfort Molly' s fake tears.

My world shattered.

Ryan' s venomous whisper echoed: "You and your son, you were always in the way."

How could a mother abandon her child to such a horrifying death?

How could she choose a niece over her own son, then murder him without a second thought?

Something inside me didn't just break; it turned to dust, then reformed into steel.

Andrew Wright had to die, so the man who would take everything from them could be born.

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