Semua Bab The Tormented Wife in the Steamer: Bab 1 - Bab 8

"Mommy... I want Mommy!"As soon as Tristan Miller stepped through the door, his son lunged at him, crying uncontrollably. Jessica Granger flinched, retreating a step as if startled.Tristan's expression darkened. He turned to the butler, voice laced with irritation. "Where is that wretched Crystal? She can't even control a child? The stupid kid scared Jessica! If she's that useless of a mom, there's no use for her sticking around!"The butler's face paled. "Sir… Madam is still in the customized steamer."For a brief moment, a flicker of something crossed Tristan's eyes—perhaps realization, perhaps hesitation. But just as quickly, it vanished. His voice was steady when he spoke again. "She made Jessica suffer. This punishment is exactly what she deserves."His gaze shifted to Tommy, who was still wailing, his tiny body shaking. A shadow passed over Tristan's face. "It seems she hasn't learned her lesson, and neither has her son. Lock him in the storage room without food for thre

For ten months, I had carried Tommy inside me, enduring the crushing weight of pregnancy, the relentless nausea, the sleepless nights. I fought through it all to bring him into this world. And now, my poor son lay lifeless before me.My little Tommy who once curled up in my arms, breathing softly in sleep, who laughed as he threw himself into my embrace, calling me "Mama"—his face was now a shade of blue. A deep red mark wrapped around his fragile neck.I searched the air around me, desperate for a trace of his soul, a lingering whisper, a fleeting presence. But there was nothing. Just emptiness.Jessica let out a sharp cry and buried herself in Tristan's arms, trembling as if she had just heard something unspeakable. "Tristan, do you think… do you think Tommy resents us? Will his ghost come back to haunt us?"Tristan's face darkened. He hadn't expected this—not from a boy who had always kept his distance. A son who had never dared to cross him. "Send out a statement," he ordered

After so many days, my body finally saw the light of day again, no longer trapped in that stifling, suffocating steamer.Curled up inside the cramped space, my corpse clung to itself, as if holding tighter could somehow lessen the pain. My flesh had long since turned pale from the heat, and though my face still bore traces of agony, my eyes had been hollowed out, devoured entirely by the writhing maggots that burrowed in and out of my nostrils and ears, disturbed by the sudden exposure.Tristan's face twisted in horror as he staggered back a step, his hand instinctively clutching the silver cross necklace around his neck. His fingers trembled as they reached for something—anything—to steady himself, but instead, they landed on something soft, something sticky. A mass of crushed, wriggling maggots.With a strangled gasp, he jerked his hand away, shaking it violently, his voice unsteady. "Crystal, do you really think you can fool me with just some random corpse? I'm not that easy to

Tristan threw Jessica into the basement and locked her away with the servants who knew about Tommy's death.In the damp, shadowy space, unconscious men and women lay pressed against one another, like meat waiting on a butcher's block.I watched as Tristan locked the heavy door without hesitation. For the first time, I felt oddly relieved—at least he had no taste for human flesh. Otherwise, neither these unconscious people nor I, long since cooked through, would have stood a chance.Since that day when he broke down crying, something inside him had shifted. He seemed to activate a kind of self-preservation mode, clinging to the belief that I wasn't dead. I was simply hiding, running from him.Determined to find me, he pulled every string he had, even going so far as to track down his former butler. I recalled watching the old man board his flight that day, feeling nothing but relief. He had spent a lifetime serving Tristan. He didn't deserve to endure this madness in his final years