Chapter 1

My husband brought his mistress home for the night.

Finding our son an inconvenience, he locked him inside an airtight closet.

Twelve hours later,

the child’s fingernails were torn, bones exposed,

and he died alone in the dark.

When I called his father to come back and identify the body,

he laughed on the phone and said,

“You’ll really make up any lie, won’t you?”

I was on a business trip overseas when I got a call from Amanda, our housekeeper. She told me something had happened to my son and urged me to come home immediately.

I booked the nearest flight, rushing frantically to the hospital. All I saw was the red light glowing above the operating room door.

Soon, the light went out, and the doctor emerged, his voice heavy with sorrow as he looked at us.

"Please accept our deepest condolences. We did everything we could."

I felt utterly frozen, my fingertips numb, a sudden acid reflux rising in my stomach, and my heart felt like it was clutched by a giant hand.

I fought to stay conscious, my fingernails digging deep into my palms.

Mr. and Mrs. Carter, Ethan's parents, who had rushed back from out of town, saw the scene. They were furious, demanding to know from Amanda what had happened.

Amanda, seeing my pale face, quickly stepped forward to support me, then began to explain to Mr. and Mrs. Carter.

"Mr. Carter brought Ms. Miller home to stay. Little Liam accidentally snagged her stockings while playing with his toy plane, so Mr. Carter locked Liam in the closet."

My mind went blank with a loud buzz, and my legs gave out, sending me to my knees.

Our house had a custom-built, solid wood closet. It was heavy and airtight. According to Amanda, Liam had been locked inside for at least a dozen hours.

"That animal! Chloe, call him! Tell him to get back here!"

I fumbled for my phone, my trembling fingers hitting the wrong buttons several times.

When the call connected, Ethan's impatient voice answered.

"Why are you calling? Are you looking for another fight?"

My voice was hollow.

"Our son… he's dead."

Ethan on the other end scoffed.

"You'll really say any lie to stop me from being with Madison, won't you?"

Before I could speak, I heard Madison Miller's voice in the background.

"Ethan, did you book the hotel?"

I heard Ethan's doting voice.

"All set. This time, no one unimportant will ruin our trip."

Madison whined playfully.

"Last time, your family kept calling and bothering us. That won't happen again, right?"

"Don't worry, I'll block her number soon."

Madison's tinkling laugh carried through the phone, her voice syrupy sweet.

"My stockings got ruined yesterday. You'll have to make it up to me today, big time."