"My parents and brother-in-law are involved in classified missions. If you don't stop this, all your families are done for!"

Because my family worked in sensitive roles, I had to limit contact with my parents after I got married to prevent state secrets from being leaked. That was why others assumed Natasha had gotten pregnant before marriage.

Right now, all I wanted was for my sister to rest in peace. I had no choice but to tell the truth.

The wealthy men snorted in laughter. "Come on! Classified missions? We've looked into you. Your parents are just poor farmers. You don't even have a brother-in-law. Someone online just recognized your sister. She was a massage therapist!"

Josephine gasped. "The photos have been taken down, but someone just messaged me about them. He's willing to pay ten thousand dollars per photo for this set."

She pointed at the photo of Jacob stubbing out the cigarette in Natasha's mouth.

"They even said they'd be willing to pay 30 million dollars for an ashtray like this!"

The men grew extremely excited. "Who knew her death could be worth so much?"

"Even though there's not much of her lower body left, the buyer could have her head as an ashtray. We could just cut it off and send it over to him as a souvenir!"

Their cruel words seemed to wear on my nerves.

I grabbed a broken stool leg, drove several people back, and stood in front of Natasha's body. I was trembling with every breath, my face twisted with the desperation of a man with nowhere else to turn.

"You want her head, huh? Well, over my dead body!"

Josephine was taken aback by my reaction, and she said, "Forget it. It's not like we actually need the money."

Malice flashed in Jacob's eyes as he spoke softly. "Yes, we don't need the money, but your husband does, doesn't he? We're helping him make some money."

"He just can't accept it for now. Let me talk him into it." Josephine hesitated for a moment before nodding.

The other men instantly stood in front of Josephine, blocking her from view. Jacob walked over to me and whispered, "Horace Carter, I bet you didn't know this, but Josephine could be carrying any one of our babies, but definitely not yours.

"When you did that appendectomy back then, I had the doctor perform an extra procedure."

His voice grew more vicious. "Your sister overheard us talking about it and had the nerve to threaten us. She actually didn't kill herself. We took her so hard that she died!"

Consumed by rage, I seized his throat and pinned him to the ground. I hit him until his nose broke, sending his teeth and blood flying everywhere.

Jacob's friends frantically rushed over, trying to pull Jacob and me apart.

From the very beginning, my marriage had been a complete joke. It had even cost Natasha and her unborn child their lives.

Blood blurred my vision, but I refused to stop.

Amidst the chaos, Josephine stabbed me in the stomach just to save Jacob.

Jacob's friends started cursing me out. "How dare he beat Jacob up! We're going to kill him!"

Someone struck my head hard and shoved the knife deeper into my body. They even kicked my ribs so hard that they broke.

My breathing grew weaker, and darkness started to close in.

Suddenly, someone broke down the door and burst into the room.