Wife's Bombing of Top Scholar's Daughter Leads to Regret and Madness

I secretly sent Stella’s first love, the one she'd harbored for ten years, overseas.

That very night, Stella kidnapped our daughter, who had just graduated high school, and hid her at a remote reservoir. A ticking time bomb was strapped to her body.

Her eyes were eerily calm, as if she was just negotiating a deal.

“David, you’d better tell me where Noah is. Otherwise, our daughter will be blown to bits because of you.”

I screamed, losing it, “That’s your daughter too!”

Stella didn’t flinch. She just glanced at the time.

“You have ten minutes.”