My Husband's Lion Ate My Son

My husband was a world-renowned top animal trainer, running a famous exotic zoo. Even the fiercest beasts were as docile as cats in his presence.

But on the day he took our son Jeffry to visit the zoo, the lion, which was his favorite, suddenly broke out of its cage and swallowed our boy whole.

In the morgue, I held my son's mutilated body and cried until I fainted, while he rushed back to the zoo overnight to soothe the frightened lion.

"Bethany, the little lion is usually so well-behaved. This was just an accident. Everyone has their own destiny. I am also very sad, but the past is gone. We must look forward."

It wasn't until I saw on the surveillance that he was comforting the new female manager, whispering, "Cathleen, I'm not blaming you for not reporting the broken cage on time. Everyone in the zoo faces risks of injury; Jeffry just had bad luck."

In that moment, I felt the blood in my veins freeze.

It turned out that the person who caused our son's death was the father he admired the most.

I turned off the surveillance and donated his prized little lion to the national zoo for free.

Then, I sent my son's photo to my connections in the underground network, "Make them face the consequences."