My Wife, The Murderer

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