Part 1My Wife Hid Our Kid

After arguing with my wife Charlotte, I just got out of the car to pick up a package. When I came back, my son Drake was gone.

From that day on, I searched for Drake like a madman, living in guilt every single day.

Charlotte pointed at my head and cursed:

"Why don't you just die? If we can't find our child, we're getting divorced!"

From that day on, for four whole years, I gave up my career and life, searching for my child across the country 99 times, but every attempt ended in failure.

Self-inflicted scars covered my entire body. I developed severe depression.

Until the 100th time, I swallowed an entire bottle of sleeping pills.

As I lay dying, I heard Charlotte talking with her childhood sweetheart Brown:

"Charlotte, you've messed with him enough. When are you planning to tell William that the child was never lost? I can't wait to see his expression."

Charlotte laughed and said unhurriedly:

"No rush. This is what he gets for forcing me to abort our baby."

So four years of inhuman torture was just her way of punishing me.

As she wished, this time I really died.