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Daughter's Death The Real Murderer is My Husband and His Mistress

On Valentine's Day, my husband, in order to have a worry-free date with his mistress, gave our six-year-old child sleeping pills and locked her in the room. A fire ended the child's life. The tender cries for help were swallowed by the flames. Returning from a business trip, I rushed into the blaze without hesitation. But both my child and I perished in the fire. After our deaths, my husband took the huge insurance payout and lived happily with his mistress. The tragic deaths of my daughter and I didn't even warrant a funeral. When I woke up again, I found myself back on the eve of my husband using a business trip as an excuse to cheat with his mistress. I thoughtfully placed condoms in his suitcase. And gently reminded him, "Honey, make sure you come back safely."