My Husband Killed Me Then Buried Our Son’s Future

I looked at Shane Wallace, who was gentle yet cruel, and felt completely devastated. Shane, how can you be so heartless? Don’t you have any love left for me and our son?

Once upon a time, Shane and I were seen as the ideal couple. Even though our marriage was driven by business interests, our days together were as sweet as honey. On my birthday, he would light countless candles just for me and always cared for me in life’s little moments. After Benjamin was born, he bought an island in the Bahamas and dreamed aloud, "Every year, we'll vacation there, just you, me, and Ben."

But everything changed when Daisy Fisher returned. She constantly slandered me, claiming that I was jealous and trying to ruin her. Although Shane didn't believe her, he urged us to step back and show more tolerance to Daisy—all because she was struggling with depression.

Then one day, Daisy falsely accused Benjamin of pushing her down the stairs and claimed I had poisoned her food, causing her to miss a performance due to a swollen face. Shane's trust in me and Benjamin shattered completely; he refused to believe our side of the story.

Later, when Shane and Daisy were skiing in the Alps, she fractured a bone. Without asking questions, he assumed it was my doing, had my legs broken, and locked me away in this cold basement.

My thoughts drifted back; sure enough, Ronin Austin didn't even call a doctor to treat Benjamin's wounds. He just tossed Ben into the basement. Omar Stephens, the bodyguard, asked, "Mr. Austin, shouldn't we get a doctor to give the young master a rabies shot? Miss Fisher's Pomeranian seemed a bit off, and he is Mr. Wallace's only son."

Ronin shot him a cold glare, "Why worry? It would be better if he were gone. Remember, Miss Fisher will be the real lady of this house soon."

The bodyguard, not fully understanding, nodded and harshly locked the basement door.

Benjamin lay beside my lifeless body, his hands bloody as they clutched mine, sobbing uncontrollably. "Mom, it's Ben's fault. Not only did I fail to bring back the medicine, but I also caused Buddy's death."

Benjamin was left in the basement for three days, and my body had started to rot and smell. Yet, Ben seemed unaware, holding me close every night. No food was brought to us, and Ben, hungry, caught bugs to eat, quenching his thirst by collecting snow from the small window.

My heart was in turmoil, but I was powerless to act. I silently prayed to the heavens to save my son, willing even to sacrifice my own soul for his salvation.