My Wife, The Monster

“My seven-year-old daughter, Lily, just died from leukemia. Grief consumed me, but my wife, Vicky, told me it was the will of fate-the experimental Swiss treatment simply failed. We buried our sweet girl. But then, hours later, I overheard Vicky' s voice, surprisingly light, from her study. She was on a video call, laughing with her best friend, Chloe. "He' s back, Chloe! Julian! His big project in Dubai went bust." Vicky giggled, then scoffed, "Honestly, Lily' s illness was such a drain. Julian doesn' t need to know I had a child, especially one so sick." Then came the words that ripped my world apart: "I found a clinic in Switzerland, very discreet. Euthanasia." My heart, already shattered, was pulverized. Vicky had killed our daughter. And now, with Lily barely cold in her grave, Vicky was parading Julian, her old flame, through our home, mocking my life' s work, and quickly erasing Lily' s every trace. She painted me as an unstable, grieving fool. She vowed to destroy me, to ensure I got nothing. How could the woman I loved, the mother of my child, be such a monster? How could I have been so blind? But the pain wasn't just mine; it was Lily' s, a horrific injustice. I wouldn't let them erase her. I would fight back, for Lily' s legacy, for the truth, and green the world with the "Oasis System" she loved, whether Vicky and Julian liked it or not.”