In the last moments of my life, I saw my daughter Lila's face, vibrant and bright, yet filled with cruelty and murderous intent.
She had dosed me with a heavy amount of sleeping pills, rendering me completely immobile.
She kept slapping my face relentlessly and beat every inch of my body with a stick until I was bruised all over.
For three hours, the daughter I raised treated me less than human, filling my heart with despair.
This was the beloved daughter I had loved and protected all my life.
Desperate tears streamed down my face.
Lila, facing my tears, showed no mercy but instead whispered in my ear.
“Mom. No, perhaps, I should call you daughter-in-law.”
The next second, the words she uttered sent a chill down my spine:
“I told you sixteen years ago, Markus would ultimately be mine.”
Hearing her words, I widened my eyes in terror.
As I struggled to make a sound with my mouth blocked, Lila became even more excited.
She dragged me to the edge of the rooftop and then mercilessly pushed me off.
As I looked at the demon I had raised, I closed my eyes in despair.
In the last fading moment of consciousness, Lila's face gradually merged with Jessica's, taking my memories back to sixteen years ago...