These hands, which were meant to hold a scalpel, could no longer lift one.

My dreams, my career, they all shattered like bubbles.

I'd never go against Yannick and Georgia again. Instead, I'd follow their wishes and become the gentle, virtuous wife and daughter-in-law they expected.

Wyatt obviously found out about these things and he looked at me with complicated eyes.

"Then why didn't you file for divorce at that time?"

I smiled and said nothing.

The Watson Family had connections. My divorce letter was delivered to Yannick's hands the day after submission.

What awaited me after that was the beating that I didn't want to recall at all.

Wyatt stared into my eyes and asked.

"So, you hated your husband. You killed him, didn't you?"

Anxiety welled up inside me. I leaned back lazily and said casually.

"When Yannick was stabbed to a bloody mess, I was buying groceries."

"When Georgia fell from the building, I was downstairs."

"There's surveillance footage, there are witnesses. Go check for yourselves."

After saying that, I closed my eyes and refused to say another word.

Wyatt was helpless with me, his teeth grinding in frustration.

It wasn't until the eighteenth hour of my detention that they received a report.

My five-year-old daughter had been brutally murdered.

Wyatt gave me a deep look and took me to the scene.

My daughter's small body was curled up in a ball, lying in a pool of blood.

Her eyes had been cruelly gouged out, her ears cut off.

Even her mouth had been sewn shut.

I covered my face and cried out in grief, like any mother who had lost her child.

Wyatt walked over to me, carefully observing my every subtle reaction.

He said in a deep voice.

"Your daughter was still breathing when she was found."

"People said that she kept choking out words, saying it hurt, calling for her mother."

My crying paused for a moment.

Wyatt was quick to seize that fleeting moment of distraction.

He pressed urgently.

"Catherine, who was your accomplice? Who did you work with to kill them?"

My eyes were red and swollen. I raised my head to look at him with resentment.

"Captain Colson, do you even have a heart?"

"No mother in the world could bear to kill her own child!"

Wyatt was taken aback by my words. He looked at me deeply and said nothing more.

My hands trembled as I covered my face, but I couldn't help curling my lips into a smile.

Excellent, I finally waited for this day.

Indeed, no mother would kill her own child.

But the one I gave birth to was a demon.

***

Over the next three days, Wyatt appeared outside my apartment building from time to time.

His gaze was heavy as he watched my every move.

The relationships between the thirteen victims and me gradually came to light.

The first victim was a staff member at the City Hall.

Back when I wasn't pregnant yet, Yannick and I had a big fight that nearly led to divorce. I think deep down, he was frustrated that I wasn't conceiving and may have wanted to leave me because of it.

So, we went to the City Hall, but that damned staff member.

Deliberately told us that the machines were broken and they couldn't process the divorce.

Helpless, we had to go home, but that staff member was widely praised for "saving a marriage" and was named the "most beautiful matchmaker."

Didn't she deserve to die?

I chose the least painful way for her to die.

Unfortunately, Wyatt's investigation only turned up my alibi.

When she died, I was waiting for my daughter to get out of school under surveillance.

The surveillance camera clearly captured my face.

The second victim was Yannick's neighbor.

After I gave birth to my daughter, I planned to escape.

It's too bad that Yannick and Georgia discovered me after only ten minutes of escaping.

In my panic, I had no choice but to turn to a neighbor, begging him to take me home and help me avoid Yannick and Georgia's search.

The neighbor kindly agreed and I thought I had encountered a good Samaritan, thanking him with a trembling voice.

Yet thirty minutes later, Yannick and Georgia showed up at the doorway, like some inescapable nightmare.

Yannick and the neighbor exchanged cigarettes, chatting and laughing.

The neighbor took a drag, glancing at me.

"Yannick, you really need to coax your wife."

"She's even saying you're abusing her. What young couple doesn't have their little squabbles?"

Yannick agreed with a smile.

Georgia reached out and dragged me away. Her hand pinched me under my clothes, leaving bruises. She whispered viciously in my ear.

"You little bitch, you dare to run, huh? I'll break your legs!"

I didn't struggle, but just looked back at my neighbor deeply and remembered his face.

At that moment, I wanted to kill him.

Unfortunately, when he was forced to drink highly concentrated sulfuric acid, I was casually shopping for a pretty new dress at the mall.

The third victim.

***

There were thirteen people and they were inextricably linked to me.

Still, no matter when they were killed, I always had a solid alibi.

The security footage clearly showed my face.

The more Wyatt investigated, the deeper his frown became.

He simply couldn't figure out how I had killed these people.

Until that day, when I held my daughter's funeral.

Wyatt burst in, his eyes filled with the joy of solving a puzzle.

He lost his composure, his voice sharp and shrill.

"I understand! I understand everything!"

"Catherine, you killed them!"