On our sextuplets’ birthday, I invited my husband to join the kids on a camping trip to the countryside. Unexpectedly, I disrupted his plans to accompany his first love, Celine Pane, to a prenatal check-up.

He flew into a rage and sent the children to a deserted island as punishment. When I found out, I knelt in the freezing wind and snow at the villa gates, begging, “They’re only six years old! Please, I’m begging you, spare our children! That island is desolate, full of wild beasts and venomous snakes. It’s so dangerous. They’ll die out there! I promise to discipline them properly from now on and not let them bother you again!"

Who would have thought that Frank would be playing dress-up games with Celine on our daughter's bed. His tone was icy:

"Get lost! They’ve been taking wilderness survival courses since they were young. If they can’t even endure this kind of punishment, they’re not worthy of being my children! And you, useless thing! You can’t even manage the kids. You deserve to be punished too!"

I was thrown into the basement. A week later, I was summoned to the morgue to identify six bodies that had already been gnawed beyond recognition.

That night, Frank rented out all the drones and cruise ships in the city to throw a wild party, just to celebrate that he and Celine were expecting a new life.

"Where are those six little brats? Why haven’t they come to apologize to Celine yet? Since they’re so ill-mannered, it seems only right that the child in Celine’s belly becomes the future head of the Watson Family!"

I pulled out a bitter, chilling smile. "The children… are already dead."

Looking at their tragic, mangled bodies, I felt as if the sky had collapsed.

The mortuary echoed with my anguished cries.

"My children!"

The heart-wrenching pain of losing my child felt like a knife twisting in my heart.

A rush of blood surged to my head like a flood and everything went black. I fainted.

When I came to, the TV in the hospital room was broadcasting news about Frank.

The nurse beside me wore a look of envy. "Mr. Watson bought out the entire city's spending tonight to celebrate his lover's pregnancy! Miss, your medical bills were covered by Mr. Watson! You're really lucky!"

Bitter tears streamed down my face as I forced a smile uglier than crying.

Lucky?

In one night, I had lost six children and now I had to watch the person who killed them dance and celebrate in joy.

And worst of all, everyone was lining up to offer them their blessings.

How laughable!

My hatred clenched my jaw so tight that it felt like my molars would shatter. I pulled out my phone and dialed Frank’s number.

It took ten calls before the man finally picked up, clearly annoyed.

"What are you making a fuss about this time? Didn’t I already tell you to take the kids back? What now? Do you want to go reflect on a deserted island again?"

The moment I thought about the inhuman torment the six children suffered on that deserted island, my heart ached unbearably. I couldn’t hold back and screamed at him:

"Frank! The children are dead!"

He let out a mocking laugh. "Why not say you died in the basement too, while you're at it? My assistant already checked. Those six little brats are doing just fine! To even fabricate something as outrageous as your children dying, you don’t deserve to be their mother! I don't have time to argue with you. You'd better not test my limits!"

With that, he hung up decisively.

His words happened to reach his mother, Kamari, who had rushed over in a hurry. Enraged, she slammed a teacup against the table, shattering it into pieces.

"Beast! Those were six children's lives! How could he do something so utterly heartless! Jane, I’ll get justice for you right now!"

I shook my head in utter despair and with a heavy thud, knelt before her. "Mom, I’m begging you, please let me go! I’ve spent eight years repaying the debt of gratitude for saving my life. Just let me take the children and leave!"

Kamari was overwhelmed with guilt. She choked on her sobs for a long time before finally agreeing to my plea.

At the crematorium…

As I watched the remains of my six children being pushed into the incinerator, I couldn’t stop the flood of memories of how they looked when they were alive.

They were such pure, kind and lovable children. Everyone praised them for being smart, well-mannered and endearing.

They were my treasures, precious beyond words. I held them in the palms of my hands, afraid they might fall; kept them close to my lips, afraid they'd melt. And yet in the end, they were tortured to death by the very father they respected the most.

The funeral lasted for three days and nights.

After the guests who came to pay their respects had left, I continued to kneel in the mourning hall for another seven days and nights.

During all that time, Frank never came, not even once.

Until the eighth night.

He stormed into the mourning hall, seething with rage and flanked by bodyguards. Without a word, he began smashing everything in sight, destroying the entire hall.

He suddenly kicked me hard in the chest, then followed with several vicious slaps that left me coughing up blood.

"You filthy wretch! What the hell are you trying to pull? You knew Celine was pregnant, so why stage this whole farce just to disgust her?"

He strode forward and violently smashed the portraits of the six children, then set their urns ablaze in one final, merciless act.

I was forced to my knees in the snow, my shoulders pinned down by bodyguards, powerless to do anything but watch as my children vanished into thick, choking smoke.

My scalp went numb and I could no longer contain my fury. I screamed at him, "You evil! They were your children! Was killing them not enough? You won’t even let them rest in peace?"

Frank’s tone dripped with mockery. "You even had urns and portraits ready. What a convincing performance you’ve put on! Cut the ghostly charade. Call those little brats out here right now to apologize to Celine!"

I laughed in disbelief, my anger boiling over. "I told you they're dead! You killed them!"

Suddenly, the whip, soaked in saltwater, lashed viciously across my back and I coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Celine threw the whip to the bodyguard in disgust, then leaned her chest against Frank's arm, rubbing up against him.

"Frank, you absolutely must not believe a single word that wretched woman says! She’s just jealous that I’m going to have your baby, so she made up this lie about the children being dead! You have to teach her a lesson!"

Devastated beyond words, I broke free from the restraints on my arms and lunged at her, my hands clutching her throat with all my strength.

"You bitch! You wretched woman! Give me back my children’s lives!"

The next second, a massive vase came crashing down on my head. Shards of glass exploded around me and one of them sliced into my eye.

Frank’s gaze pierced my eyes like venom as he shouted in furious rage. “Crazy woman! You’re absolutely insane! Pull out her tongue! Let’s see how she lies and curses then!”

Almost immediately, a group of bodyguards pinned me down tightly. Cold, sharp blades pried open my mouth.

With searing, unbearable pain, a small, bloody piece of my tongue was cut off.

My eyes bloodshot, I screamed out hoarsely, barely understandable, “Frank! I’m not lying! The children are dead! If you don’t believe me, go ask your mother!”

Celine sneered and cruelly stomped on my tongue. “Well then! Not only do you lie to us, but you even deceive your elders! What are you all standing there for? Beat her! Keep hitting her until she tells the truth!”

The whip lashed brutally across my body, mixed with the sharp jolts from a stun baton.

Meanwhile, the wild moans and seductive whispers of that wicked couple echoed through the mourning hall.

By dawn, I was beaten until my flesh was torn and bloodied.

Frank calmly dressed himself, then sneered mockingly. “Jane, when you climbed into my bed, got pregnant with my child and tore me apart from Celine, you should have expected this kind of consequence! Don’t think for a second that I’ll leave the family fortune to your children. The heirs of the Watson Family will only be Celine’s children! If I don’t see you and those six little brats come to kowtow and apologize within two days, I swear you won’t get away with it!”

His cold gaze lingered on me for a moment, then he wrapped his arm around Celine’s waist and turned to leave.

I stared after their departing figures, my thoughts drifting back to the past.

My parents were well-known entrepreneurs in the industry. Everyone expected me to inherit their legacy and reach the pinnacle of life. But I stubbornly refused to believe in fate and came alone to this foreign land to make my own way.

When I was penniless and on the verge of starving on the streets, Kamari happened to pass by and saved me.

To repay her kindness, I agreed to help her get rid of the greedy Celine.

But unexpectedly, by a twist of fate, I ended up having a one-night stand with Frank and became pregnant with sextuplets.

Kamari pleaded repeatedly, so I reluctantly stayed despite Frank’s hatred.

That stay lasted eight years. I loved him for eight years and he hated me for eight years.

But I never imagined that his hatred would be so deep, forcing me to endure this unbearable loss of my children. If I could start over, I would never fall in love with him again.

Frank reached the door, but Celine suddenly clutched her stomach in pain.

“Frank, there’s something I haven’t told you all this time.”

My eyelids twitched uncontrollably and a sudden, bad premonition rose in my heart.

Frank anxiously asked her, “Celine, what’s wrong? Just tell me whatever it is. Don’t hold back for anyone!”

A flash of triumph flickered in Celine’s eyes before she feigned weakness and collapsed into his arms. “The doctor said I was born with anemia and after becoming pregnant, my malnutrition has worsened severely. I need artificial blood transfusions to keep going. I remember Jane has the same blood type as me, so maybe…”

Before she could finish, Frank decisively interrupted.

“Then let her give you the transfusion! No! Besides her, I’ll also bring those six little brats over to give you blood! As long as you need it, it doesn’t matter if we drain all their blood!”

I stared in shock, feeling utterly absurd and humiliated.

So from the very beginning, the seven lives of me and my children were worth less than a single Celine.

I burst into manic laughter, throwing my head back and shouting to the sky, “Kids, can you see this? The father you once respected is nothing but a heartless beast! If your souls are watching from above, you must see through this monster’s face clearly! Don’t ever meet him again in your next life!”

The sky suddenly darkened, jagged lightning tore through the air with savage fury.

Celine cowered into Frank’s arms, but spat venomous curses at me.

Frank’s gaze hardened coldly as he looked at me, filled with pain and hatred. He ordered his bodyguards to seize me and tightly bind me to the hospital operating table.

A cold, thick needle pierced my vein and a sharp pain stabbed through my chest like a knife.

I could clearly feel the blood in my body slowly draining away. The suffocating pressure was so intense that it felt like it would break my spine.

But this pain, no matter how unbearable, could never compare even to a thousandth of what my children endured.

Soon, I completely lost consciousness.

When I woke up, Kamari was by my bedside.

She scolded Frank while tearfully calling for the doctor to check on me, as if all the blood I had lost had flowed back into my body.

“That wretched bastard! How dare he treat you like this? It’s utterly disgraceful!”

Tears welled up in Kamari’s eyes as she handed me a diary and a plane ticket. The diary was filled with the love my six children had for me.

"Mom, you are the best mom in the whole world. Even without Dad, we still love you!"

"We hope Mom won't cry secretly anymore. You should always be happy and always love us!"

"If one day Mom and Dad get divorced, we promise to stay with Mom!"

As if fulfilling a promise to me, all six children had signed their names at the end.

After being numb for so long, I finally broke down in tears, clutching the diary tightly to my chest.

It felt as though the children were still with me, throwing themselves into my arms like they used to, full of affection.

“It’s Mommy’s fault… Mommy didn’t protect you. Honey, Mommy will take you away now.”

I bowed deeply to Kamari, grateful for the care she had given me all these eight years.

That very night, I canceled all my identity documents, leaving behind only a divorce agreement. Then, I boarded a plane to return home.

The next day, instead of the apology from me and the children that Frank was expecting, he received a panicked report from his assistant.

Frank scolded the assistant angrily, “I told you to find the children’s whereabouts! Why are you so flustered?”

The assistant quickly lowered his head and nervously reported, “Mr. Watson, the children are gone.”

Frank visibly stiffened, grabbing the assistant by the collar: “What do you mean the children are gone? You can’t even find a few kids? Did I hire you just to waste money?”

The assistant's face was filled with fear, unable to meet his eyes. “Mr. Watson, all of them… have already died.”