Justice by My Own Hands
My daughter accidentally scratched my husband's young mistress's face with her nails. For that, my husband had her fingers chopped off.
Covered in blood, she came home seeking help, only to be assaulted by an intruder.
I called my husband, crying, but his mistress's sweet voice answered the phone.
"Stop using these lowly tricks to get Jack's attention. All you're doing is making him sick!"
I begged my husband to take my call, but all I got in return was a barrage of insults.
"Nothing is more important than Yvonne's face! I'm busy taking her to the hospital! I don't have time for your drama!"
Later, my daughter's organs were removed by the intruder. Even in death, she was still tightly holding onto the birthday gift she had prepared for her father.
My husband, a top lawyer, personally defended the criminal who assaulted our daughter. He let that man walk away scot-free after what he had done.
On the day he celebrated his birthday with all our relatives, he finally knew that our daughter had died. He completely lost his mind.