My Wife, The Murderer
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y ambitious wife, Nicole, a rising city councilwoman, as she chased her mayoral dreams. Our beautiful daughter, Lily, was c
including my little Lily. Days later, I woke up in a hospital, horrifically burned, only to hear Nicole, my wife, coldly order the surg
't just allowed Lily to die; she meticulously planned the "gas leak" explosion with a hitman. Our daughter, her own child,
gh my soul. How could the woman I loved, the mother of my child, be such a cold-bl
built structures began to deconstruct, to plan, to plot. I swallowed my screams, feigned unconsciousness, and made a sile
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