She Gave Her Assistant Love and My Son Death

My son had been missing for three days and nights.

By the time the police found him, he was already dead.

I held his small body, his limbs broken, bruises covering every inch, not a single patch left uninjured, and I wept until I couldn’t breathe.

My wife vowed to make the culprit pay with his life.

Later, it was discovered that the killer had been her male assistant all along.

She had the assistant torn limb from limb and promised she would give me another son.

But a year later, as I cradled our newborn at his full-month banquet, she locked us in the basement.