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My marriage to Zack was arranged
business purposes, with no feelings between us.
But because my mother–in–law kept pressuring us to have children, I got pregnant soon after the wedding.
Having never felt much family warmth from my own parents, I was really looking forward to this child.
After ten months of pregnancy, all the physical discomfort and pain of childbirth dissipated the moment I saw my daughter.
Even Zack’s eyes held a hint of tenderness when he saw our tiny daughter.
During that time, Zack and I were just like all new parents, clumsily but happily taking care of our daughter.
I thought our days would continue peacefully like this.
But on the night of our daughter’s one–month celebration, I got up to check on her.
I found James‘ adopted sister Amy standing in front of the nursery, which was engulfed in flames, smugly locking the door.
I frantically rushed over to snatch the key from her hand, desperately rescuing my daughter from the fire despite the danger.
Seeing Zack hurriedly running over with the servants, I finally collapsed in his arms, too weak from my injuries.
When I woke up again, I heard from Zack that our daughter had died from respiratory failure after inhaling too much smoke.
Unable to bear the devastating news, my burns worsened and I was rushed to surgery.
But Zack, who had heard from me that Amy was the arsonist who burned our daughter to death,
took advantage of my emergency surgery to clean up all the surveillance footage and fingerprints from that night.
As soon as I regained consciousness after surgery, I immediately called the police to report Amy for deliberate arson and murder.
The police searched the scene multiple times but regretfully informed me there was no substantial evidence, so my accusation couldn’t stand.
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