Chris and Jennifer’s marriage was the final twist in their cruel plot. A nagging suspicion led me to confront Jennifer, demanding an explanation for her betrayal. Her pleas were laden with deceit as she begged for forgiveness and insisted on a face-to-face meeting. Consumed by anger and a desire for answers, I climbed into her car, oblivious to the trap she had set.
Jennifer drove us to a desolate seaside, where two hulking men awaited our arrival. The sheer strength of their violence was overwhelming; I was no match for them. They overpowered me with brutal efficiency, stripping away my dignity before binding me to heavy rocks. The sea, cold and merciless, awaited me as they threw me into its depths.
In my final moments, Jennifer’s face twisted into a cruel mask of triumph. Her voice echoed with malevolent glee:
"Sister, even if you could defy the heavens, you won't escape the sea."
"After being a dog for ten years, I finally turned the tables! Hahaha."
"I’ve grown tired of seeing your face every day! Bitch! Feed the fish!"
"From now on, your man and your wealth will all be mine! As for your daughter, I’ve imagined countless ways to torment her."
Her words, laced with venom, were the last things I heard before the darkness of the sea enveloped me. My death was a brutal end to a life of suffering. After my demise, Caroline, my beloved daughter, was imprisoned in the basement of the villa. She was deprived of sunlight and human contact, her mental state unraveling in the oppressive isolation.
Jennifer’s daughter, Joana, soon required a kidney transplant. Without a second thought, Chris signed the consent forms, sealing Caroline’s fate. Caroline’s death from a severe infection was met with even greater cruelty; her body was discarded in the wilderness, left to be consumed by wild animals.
The thought of these atrocities filled me with a fierce, uncontainable rage. As I clenched my fists in a futile attempt to contain my fury, the shrill ring of the phone pierced through the haze of my memories.