My Husband Killed Our Daughter For His Mistress

Synopsis

On our tenth wedding anniversary, my husband walked in with a sheepish grin, claiming he'd been stuck at work. Little did he know, I'd caught him red-handed celebrating his secret son's birthday—a boy who was his mirror image, down to the last detail. "Dad, you're late. Mom's upset; you should cheer her up," the boy said, blowing out the candles on his honey spice cake. His eyes shut tight as he made a wish: "I hope Mom and Dad stay together forever." My husband enveloped the boy and a woman with cascading hair in a warm hug. "We'll always be a family," he assured them. That moment shattered the illusion of my marriage. For a decade, he'd played the devoted partner—to someone else. Alone in the dark, I blew out the candles on our anniversary cake and whispered my own wish. "I want him to pay for this betrayal." The sudden flicker of lights startled me.