A Family Portrait Turns Us Into Murderer

In the study, in the second drawer were hidden bikini photos of Zivanka taken at the beach.

Every time Felix got aroused, he never touched me.

I would spend the whole night alone in front of that photo.

It was then that I realized that he agreed to marry me not because he was in love with me.

Instead, they used this marriage to cover up their shameful affair.

My best friend even asked me more than once, "Since Brianna was born, you haven't had sex for five years. How did you endure it?"

I suppressed the bitterness and self-mockery in my heart and in order to prevent Brianna from losing her father's love, I insisted on keeping our marriage.

But now, the two of them took Brianna's life.

I did not want to endure it anymore.

The butler called several times, but Felix still did not answer until his grandmother sent a message in person, ordering him to come to the funeral immediately.

In no time, he called me, with an undisguised anger in his tone.

"Mirria, did you have to call me when I was with Zivanka? I told you, she is suffering from depression and her emotion is unstable. She needs someone to accompany her the most. Are you being so desperate and cursing Brianna?"

He gave a cold smile as he spoke.

"Your ridiculous lie even alarmed my grandma. Mirria, can't you live without a man?"

"What are you talking about? Brianna is dead? She is doing fine in the reform school. Her teacher called me yesterday and told me that she has learned her lesson. If you insist on spoiling your daughter like this, you are not loving her, but harming her!"

"Felix, Brianna is dead."

I spoke out in despair.

"Believe it or not, if you don't come today, I will never forgive you!"

I did not expect it to fall into his ears, which was like I was using any means to win his favor.

"Don't use such lies to deceive me. Zivanka can't leave alone today, so I can't go back. You caused this mess yourself, so find a way to explain it to Grandma yourself."

The phone suddenly hung up and all my anger and despair were locked in my throat.

At the funeral, I no longer cared about my image and dignity as Ms. Pritchard.

I held my daughter's ashes, knelt on the ground and cried until my voice was hoarse, but I did not want to get up.

Harrieth sympathized with the pain of losing my daughter and agreed.

"Mirria, after all, it is our family who has let you down and delayed you for all these years."

She asked the butler to hand me a key to a property and a bank card.

"In this card, I have six million eight hundred thousand dollars, I give it to you as savings. And this is the key to a villa with a sea view. If you want to live there, you can go anytime. This is your home."

"Dear, if you have any unfulfilled wishes, just tell me and I will definitely grant them to you."

"Wherever you want to go in the future, I hope you are happy."

Harrieth had always been very good to me. When my parents passed away, my relatives all thought I was unlucky and a nemesis, but Harrieth was the only one who did not despise me.

She was willing to take me in and treated me like her own granddaughter, always responding to my requests.

I had wished countless times how great it would be if she were truly my family.

I even fantasized that one day, Felix would change his mind and see the goodness of us mother and daughter and maybe we could reunite as a family.

But now, he tore all these fantasies to pieces.

I did not reach out to pick it up. My daughter had passed away and now I did not want to have any further contact with the Pritchard Family.

Thinking of my daughter's tragic death, I spoke in a deep voice, "Before leaving, I want to investigate who was the one who killed Brianna in that reform school"