I shared my theory with Luke. He had spent the last four years building his network overseas since my wedding, and his connections quickly uncovered the whole scheme. It was a classic debt transfer scam, a method by which con artists would shift their debts onto unsuspecting victims through elaborate schemes. They essentially used other people's assets to fill their own financial holes. While Lionel came from a poor background, my parents were renowned college professors who had left me substantial assets, including real estate, valuable artwork, and several retail properties. Fiona must have gotten her hands on this information early on, but she had underestimated me. Perhaps she thought that after my children's deaths, I would become too depressed to care about anything else. While she had severely underestimated a mother's determination for revenge, poor, foolish Lionel remained completely in the dark. I wondered how he would feel when he discovered his precious first love
Lionel kept watch outside the hotel all night. The next morning, he stood there unshaven as Fiona, Fred, and Eva emerged, looking like a happy family. "Uncle Lionel, why didn't you shave? I have Daddy today and don't need you," Eva said cheerfully. Fiona quickly pushed Eva toward Fred and pulled Lionel aside. "I'm sorry, Lionel. Fred just got back yesterday to discuss some unfinished business. It's not what you think…" If Lionel had not witnessed Fred and Fiona together the night before, he might have believed her innocent act again. He muttered, "Unfinished business?" "I'm not lying! Please go home, and I'll explain everything later, okay?" "Alright. I've submitted your paperwork to the museum, and you'll be a permanent employee soon," Lionel replied. "That's wonderful, Lionel! You're always so good to me!" Fiona exclaimed, throwing her arms around him. As Lionel returned the embrace, he slipped a tiny listening device into her purse. He heard every conversation betwe
After getting my evidence, I knew someone else would handle the rest. I held my children's photos, lying in the sun on my balcony. "Nate, Cece, I brought you out to enjoy the sunshine…" The next day, I saw videos of Lionel confronting Fiona. In the footage, he grabbed her hair, demanding to know why she had deceived him. Fiona's response was even more unhinged. "Because you're so easy to fool! I rejected you for being poor years ago, yet you still believed I loved you. You're like a dog—even after getting hurt, you'll come back crawling if shown a little affection!" "I never imagined I meant so much to you that you'd actually abandon your own children. Those twins had steel beams through their chests, while I only had scratches!" Fiona laughed maniacally, her face twisted with cruel delight. "So, you only came back to me for money?" Lionel asked weakly. "Why ask when you already know?" Fiona sneered. Lionel released her and slumped to his knees. The next day, new
The hospital reached out to me for help after Fiona began a hunger strike. I decided to go and see her. When Luke heard about my plan to visit that "psycho wretch", he was far from thrilled. However, he reluctantly agreed after my repeated assurances, on the condition that he would tag along. I was shocked to see how much Fiona had aged in just one month. Her once-vibrant face was hollow, and her hair was graying and greasy. "Aster, you finally came!" "What do you want?" "I just want to know how you made Lionel hurt us so brutally," she demanded. I laughed bitterly, "Your own actions brought this on yourself. You treated Lionel like a fool, not realizing that betraying someone who treasured you would have dire consequences." "That's not true! I never deceived him!" I retorted, "Really? You mean you didn't fake your divorce? Didn't manipulate him? Didn't pretend to be seriously injured during the earthquake so he'd abandon his own children to save you? Fiona, doesn't yo
A month later, I visited Nate and Cece's graves. Their headstones were surrounded by withered flowers, superhero toys, and teddy bears. There was also a letter that read, [Nate, Cece, I'm sorry. I'm the worst father imaginable. I don't ask for your forgiveness, but I want you to know I'll make things right!] Fred had been on the run but was eventually caught by local police in New Zaelbourgh. Eventually, my appeal was successful, and the court returned my parents' house to me. When I went to reclaim the house, I found a note in Lionel's handwriting. [One more month… One more month to make up for the two li—] The last word was left unfinished, but I understood its meaning. Lionel must have found out that Fiona was carrying Fred's child. So, he decided that the only way to bring justice for Nate and Cece was by taking the lives of Fiona's children in return. As I left the old house that day, a sudden downpour began. When the rain cleared, two butterflies appeared from nowhere
I dragged myself forward with my broken leg while gathering the children's belongings, speaking softly to them. "Nate, make sure you look after Cece when you're up there. Have fun with all the superhero figures and teddy bears over there." That day, Lionel Brooks was about to leave with Fiona Smith and her child. In the rubble, my son, Nate Brooks, lay with a steel beam piercing his small chest, blood dripping. He looked at me and asked, "Mommy, will Daddy come back soon?" Cece Brooks chimed in confidently, "Of course, he will! He's our daddy after all." It was heartbreaking to hear them say that. I yelled, "Lionel, are you blind? Fiona and her kid only have scratches while our children are…" Before I could finish, Lionel turned to me with reddened eyes and snapped. "Aster, don't be ridiculous! I'm the manager of this museum, and during this earthquake, I have to treat everyone equally. I can't prioritize Nate and Cece just because they're my children, and I certainly ca
I did not want to argue about him and Fiona. I just needed him to donate blood for our children. I pleaded, "Lionel, the kids need a blood transfusion urgently. Please come quickly! I'm begging you." "Blood transfusion?" Before he could continue, I heard Fiona let out a sharp scream in the background. "Fiona, are you okay?" Lionel asked with concern. Fiona's voice came through weakly. "Lionel, I'm feeling dizzy, but I'll be fine after some rest. You should check on Aster and the kids. I don't want her to misunderstand." Lionel's irritated voice crackled through the phone. "What era are we living in? What hospital doesn't have blood in its blood bank? Aster, how have I never noticed how petty you are? You're just trying to drag me away from Fiona because you saw me bring her to the hospital. You're being completely unreasonable!" He hung up, and when I tried calling back, an automated message informed me the number was disconnected—he had turned on his "Do Not Disturb" mode.
The children's funeral was scheduled for the following week. For five days and nights, I sat silently in Nate and Cece's room, clutching their photos and refusing to cry or speak. I could almost feel their warmth lingering in the room, and I swore I could still hear them sweetly calling me Mommy. The memories felt so fresh… so real. My childhood friend, Luke Armstrong, rushed back from overseas, dropping a major business deal. The moment he walked in and saw my state, he embraced me tightly. "Let it out, Aster… Keeping it all inside is only going to hurt you," he whispered. I looked at him and asked, "Nate and Cece… are never coming back, are they? Do you think they regret having me as their mother? Why was I so useless?" Before my parents passed away, I married Lionel. Back then, Lionel wanted to be my father's graduate student, and despite the college having their preferred candidate, Dad fought to give Lionel a spot because he saw him as a hardworking man from a struggling