My Husband Let His Mistress Kill His Mother

I intended to give my husband a surprise. Instead, I walked straight into a nightmare.

It was New Year's Eve. I had secretly brought my parents-in-law to Anthony's newly opened high-end restaurant, hoping to celebrate their return from abroad with a family dinner.

The service was suspiciously fast. In less than ten minutes, the table was full. But as the steam cleared, the reality was stark—these weren't fresh, chef-prepared meals. They were pre-made, industrial packets. Some of the meat still glistened with ice crystals, not even fully thawed.