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My Mom was pushed off 24th floor by my husband's Lover

Isabella murders her mother. Forced to endure Isabella's cruelty and Nathaniel's betrayal, Willow is pushed to the brink, even facing false accusations and life-threatening situations. Just when she manages to escape and divorce Nathaniel, Isabella's crimes are exposed.As Nathaniel realizes his true feelings for Willow too late, she has moved on with a new love. Will Nathaniel's desperate attempts at redemption change Willow's heart?
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Chapter 1

My mom was pushed off the 24th floor by her employer, her brains splattering all over the ground-she died instantly, just because she forgot to peel the cherry tomatoes for the salad.

On the day of her funeral, the employer sent over a check for ten million yuan. Staring at that flimsy piece of paper, I felt nothing but disgust and irony. Without a second thought, I tore it to shreds and turned around to report to the police. I thought, no matter what, I could get some justice for my mom.

But I never expected that the next day, I'd be taken to an abandoned warehouse.

The sight before me made my blood run cold-my dad was hanging upside down, and beneath him was a transparent water tank filled with hundreds of ravenous piranhas.

"Want to save your dad? Sign this letter . Don't make things hard for Isabella, and I won't make things hard for your dad." The one speaking was Nathaniel Sterling, my husband.

It was at that moment that I realized the employer who'd killed my mom was none other than Isabella Rose-Nathaniel Sterling's ex-wife, whom he'd divorced years earlier. And he, my husband, was willing to risk the lives of my entire family just to protect that woman.

"What if I refuse to sign?" My teeth chattered uncontrollably, my voice trembling violently. "Nathaniel Sterling, are you really going to let my mom die in vain and kill my dad... all for that murderer?"

Nathaniel Sterling lowered his eyes, his dark pupils hiding emotions I couldn't fathom, yet he spoke the cruellest words: "Willow, no matter how many wrongs she's done, she's still the mother of my son. Your parents have lived long enough at their age, but my son can't grow up without his mom. Don't blame me."

As soon as he snapped his fingers. The rope holding my dad dropped two meters instantly, bringing him even closer to the water tank. The sound of piranhas slamming against the tank walls was like a death knell, echoing in my heart.

I shook my head in despair, clinging to my last shred of hope: "Nathaniel Sterling, I can plead for a lighter sentence for her in court! I just want justice... Is that too much to ask?"

Nathaniel Sterling fell silent for a moment, his thin lips pressing into a cold, rigid line: "You have thirty seconds left."

My heart felt like it was about to stop. Staring at his indifferent face, I suddenly couldn't tell-was it really that his son couldn't live without Isabella Rose, or was it that Nathaniel Sterling himself could never let go of that woman?

Before marrying him, I already knew Isabella Rose was arrogant and vicious, like a poisonous rose with thorns. But Nathaniel Sterling was utterly obsessed with her-the woman he'd raised with his own hands. I just never imagined that for this woman who'd once betrayed him, he'd cast aside all his moral bottom lines as a human being.

I had no choice. Tears fell onto the letter of understanding, smudging the words.

As I wrote my name stroke by stroke, I whispered over and over again in my heart: I'm sorry, Mom... You were right.

I can never compare to Isabella Rose.

She's the rose he nurtured with his own hands, bound to him by years of love and hate, by a child who carries both their blood, by an unbreakable bond that will last a lifetime. I've lost-completely lost.

As soon as I finished the last stroke, Nathaniel Sterling snatched the letter away. He turned and got into his car to make a call, his tone as casual as if he were talking about something trivial: "Great job. Willow signed it. Dad will be fine."

I didn't have time to think.

Limping, I rushed toward the water tank in the corner of the warehouse and shouted at the masked guards: "Did you hear that? Let my dad go!" Just a second earlier, I'd received a text from Margaret "Maggie" -my mom's best friend when she was alive. She'd pulled some strings to help my dad and me erase our identities, so we could leave Norbel City forever and escape all this.

I watched as the masked guards prepared to loosen the rope. But in the next instant, the rope was suddenly cut clean through!

My dad plummeted into the tank. The piranhas swarmed him, and his screams were quickly drowned out. In just a moment, a living person turned into a mess of blood and flesh floating on the water's surface.

"How could this happen! Dad! Dad!!" I screamed like a maniac, rushing forward to get to the tank, only to be held back tightly.

At that moment, one of the masked men pulled off his mask, revealing Isabella Rose's coquettish yet venomous face. She smiled at me: "Willow Grace, how does it feel... watching your dad die right before your eyes?"

In just two days, both my parents were gone. The devastating blow hit me like a boulder, nearly tearing me apart. My legs gave way, and I collapsed heavily to the ground, my voice hoarse and unsteady: "Why... Why didn't you stop after killing my mom? Why couldn't you let my dad go!"

Isabella Rose knelt down, and her red-nailed hand suddenly grabbed my face, squeezing so hard it hurt.

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