Minutes before the cremation of her only son who had died under mysterious circumstances, a mother hides a secret camera inside the coffin to watch over him until the very last moments. But when the fire of the creremmetry oven is lit, and she sees through her phone something moving inside her son’s coffin, she falls into complete despair.

 

 

“Stop the cremation now. Put out the fire for God’s sake,” she cries in tears. “Oh, my love, why did you have to leave this way? Why? You’re so young, so little. How am I supposed to live without you, my son?” “How?” said Marissa, her voice breaking as her trembling hands caressed the cold face of little Henry.

 He lay there inside that white coffin, motionless, without a smile, without a sound, lifeless. It was an image no mother should ever have to witness. Yet she was facing the most painful scene of her entire existence. Her fingers ran gently across the child’s pale face as if there was still some hope of warming him with a mother’s touch of love. But there was no warmth, no response.

It was the end. Marissa then collapsed to her knees, her body overcome by despair. She wept as if something inside her had shattered, as if each tear carried pain ripping from the inside out. My God, why? What did I do for you to take my son away from me? My Henry is so young.

 Why didn’t you take me instead? I’m old. I’ve lived so much. Why him? Why? Her anguished cry echoed through the funeral parlor, making some of those present lower their heads in respect for that indescribable pain. Sadness seemed to engulf the room like a dense, heavy, suffocating cloud. The silence of others was the only reply.

 Tyler, her husband, and Henry’s stepfather carefully approached. He placed a hand on his wife’s shoulder and kneeling beside her, wrapped her in a firm embrace. He tried to console her. You have to be strong, my love. You need to calm down so we can give Henry a beautiful farewell. That’s what he wanted, to see you well. But Marissa didn’t answer.

 She remained there paralyzed as if no longer present in the world. Her eyes were fixed on her son’s body, as if her soul was trapped there too, inside that coffin. Tyler then looked discreetly at the funeral director, a man in his mid30s named Richard, and gave a small nod. Richard understood immediately. It was time to close the ceremony. I ask that you now say your final goodbyes to little Henry.

 In just a few moments, we will close the coffin and proceed with the cremation. He announced, his voice steady and respectful. Slowly, one by one, the guests began to approach. relatives, friends, co-workers, all came to give their last farewell to the boy who just days earlier had been running happily through the hallways of his home.

 Now his body lay there, still dressed in his favorite outfit inside a small white coffin that seemed far too large for someone so small. And when the last person had said goodbye, Tyler looked at Marissa. She knew what came next, but her body resisted. This was the crulest farewell she had ever endured.

 It was the moment of saying goodbye to her only son and seeing him for the last time. Say everything that’s in your heart, love. I’m sure that wherever Henry is, he’s listening to you right now, said the boy’s stepfather, trying to give his wife the little strength he had left within himself. Marissa took two trembling steps toward the coffin. She leaned over her son’s body, and with a voice choked by tears, began, “My son, my son, forgive me.

 Forgive me for not being there when you needed me most. Mommy loves you. I will never ever forget you.” She collapsed onto the small body, clinging as if she would never let go again. She sobbed uncontrollably, her cries shaking her body with force. Tyler, realizing this had gone on too long, once again wrapped his arms around her, trying gently but firmly to pull her away. Richard and another crerematorium employee approached, carrying the coffin lid. It was time.

But before they could complete the task, Marissa broke free from her husband’s arms and took a step forward. “Wait, I I need to do something first,” she said, her eyes still filled with tears. Her husband stepped closer, trying to intervene. “My love, we need to proceed with the cremation. Let’s allow Henry to rest now. Please come with me.

” But Marissa interrupted him more firmly this time. I really need to do something.” And then, under the watchful and confused eyes of everyone in the room, she reached into her small purse and pulled out an unexpected object. A video camera. Small but modern. Tyler frowned, not understanding what was happening. “But what is this, love?” he asked, confused. She didn’t answer right away.

 She simply moved closer to her son’s body, placed the camera between his hands, and turned it on, leaving it recording. Then she lifted her gaze firmly and declared, “Now you can close the coffin.” The two employees exchanged uneasy looks. The atmosphere grew even stranger. Some people in the room glanced at one another in silence, shocked by what they were seeing. But no one dared to say anything.

 Tyler, however, stepped forward with concern. My love, why did you put a camera in Henry’s hands? It’s just that I’m still getting used to the idea of cremation. And I I don’t want my little one to suffer. This way, I can watch everything from here.

 It’s a way for me to find peace,” she replied, showing him on her phone that she could see everything. Her voice was trembling yet determined. Tyler tried to reason with her, choosing his words carefully so as not to sound harsh or insensitive. He wanted to convince her that this made no sense. But she was emphatic, more resolute than ever.

 You convinced me that cremation was the right thing, but now I want to see my son until the very last minute. The camera goes with him all the way to the crerematory oven. Tyler took a deep breath, visibly uncomfortable with the whole situation. But realizing there was no point in insisting, he ended the discussion with a dry sentence. All right, my love. I find it heavy, but if that’s what you want, so be it. You can close the coffin. The camera will go with him to the cremation.

 The funeral director and the other crerematorium employee approached with the coffin lid. Slowly, carefully, they fitted it over the white structure. Bit by bit, little Henry’s face disappeared from everyone’s sight. The same face that once smiled, that once lit up the home, now vanished beneath the cold, heavy wooden lid.

 A final tear slid down Marissa’s face as if it were the definitive goodbye. The last thread of contact between mother and child. The boy who had once been the very meaning of joy was now just a memory. The coffin was carried out of the room and taken downstairs. The movement of departure began. Friends and relatives slowly started to leave.

 Each one carrying the weight of loss in their hearts. Tyler, trying to spare his wife further pain, stepped closer and spoke with gentleness. Come on, my love. I’ll take care of you. But Marissa shook her head determined, her voice trembling. but firm. No, I won’t. I’ll stay here until the end. I will witness the cremation.

 I am his mother. I have that right. Richard, the funeral director, who was nearby and overheard, made sure to confirm with professionalism. Yes, as the mother, she does have that right. In fact, anyone who wishes to stay may do so as long as the family authorizes it. Usually people prefer not to witness the cremation itself, but if you wish to watch, you’re welcome.

Afterwards, we collect the ashes and place them in an urn. Tyler tried once more. Let’s go, love. You’ve suffered enough already. But she didn’t hesitate. No, Tyler. I’ve made up my mind. I’m going to watch. I’ll witness the cremation in person and also follow it through the camera I placed in Henry’s hands.

 At that moment, Marissa pulled her phone from her pocket. She unlocked the screen and showed her husband the image. On the display, the inside of the coffin was clearly visible. The recording made with night vision mode captured everything. Tyler looked visibly surprised, but he didn’t argue. He only muttered, “All right, if that’s what you want.

” They followed the crerematorium staff into the room where the procedure would take place. Valerie, the family’s maid, also accompanied them. She was a woman who had been around for many years, caring for Henry as if he were her own son. But at that moment, despite the situation, there were no tears on her face.

 Her expression was closed, distant, her eyes dry. Once inside the cremation room, the two employees worked silently. They carefully removed the metal handles from the coffin and positioned it on the furnace mechanism. Everything was ready. The heat of that room contrasted with the cold that lingered in Marissa’s chest.

 Richard, the funeral director, who was also responsible for executing the procedure, approached the control panel and announced in a calm voice, “If anyone has any last words, now is the time.” It was then that Valerie, for the first time that day, stepped forward with her head lowered but her voice audible. She said, “I only wish that Henry may find heaven, that God may welcome our little angel with open arms, and that one day in paradise we may all be together again.

Rest in peace, Henry.” Marissa looked at her, moved, and gave a small nod of gratitude. After that, she stepped back, sitting on one of the nearby chairs, clearly exhausted. She closed her eyes for a moment and with a painful sigh said, “You may begin the cremation of my son.” Richard then approached the button that would ignite the flame.

 The flame that would destroy everything, the flame that would turn Henry’s body into ashes. The mother, however, felt the need to watch it from another angle. Perhaps to make sure there was no mistake, perhaps just out of instinct. She unlocked her phone again, opened the camera feed, and fixed her eyes on the screen.

 But as soon as the images appeared, a piercing scream tore through the room. Wait, for the love of God, wait. Don’t press that button. Richard froze, his hand hovering just inches from the button. Everyone in the room, without exception, turned their eyes toward Marissa. Tyler quickly turned, alarmed, and rushed to her. What happened, love?” he asked, visibly shaken.

 Marissa was pale, her breathing rapid, her eyes wide, as if she had seen the impossible. With trembling hands, she lifted her phone and showed the image. I I put the camera in his hand, in Henry’s hand. It was It was facing his little face. I checked after they closed the coffin, but now now it’s it’s pointing the other way toward his feet.

 Tyler leaned closer, took the phone, and looked. Valerie also stepped in, staring at the screen. The silence that followed was thick, almost suffocating. And before anyone could say a word, Marissa cried out, her eyes brimming with tears. We need to open the coffin. My son, my son moved inside. Tyler took a deep breath, knelt down, and held his wife’s shoulders.

 Calmly, looking her straight in the eyes, he said, “Love, stop torturing yourself.” Sadly, Henry is gone. What happened is that the coffin shifted when they brought him down here. The camera slipped from his little hands. That’s normal since he no longer has any movement. What’s inside that coffin is just an empty body without life.

 Our Henry, he is in heaven now with God. Valerie nodded, trying to remain calm in the tense moment. Her voice came out steady yet firm. That’s right, Mrs. Marissa. The coffin must have moved, and the camera slipped out of his hand. The best thing is to finish this now. You don’t deserve to suffer like this any longer. Marissa stayed silent for a few seconds.

Their words made sense. She knew that. But something inside her wouldn’t rest. Her mind still echoed with doubts. And staring into the void, she ended up saying out loud, “What if? What if this isn’t just a coincidence? What if it’s a warning, a sign telling us to stop this cremation? What if we should just give him a normal burial in a cemetery? Tyler sighed deeply and replied patiently.

 Love, we already talked about this and we decided that cremation was the best choice. Our boy is in heaven, but we will keep his ashes in a beautiful ern to remember him forever. After that, he turned to Richard firmly. Go ahead with the cremation. The crerematorium worker looked at Marissa, noticing that she was still hesitating.

 The woman, torn by conflicting feelings, murmured, “I I think I want to see him one last time, to touch my son, just one more time,” Tyler drew a deep breath, now with exhaustion, clear in his tone. His face showed impatience, as if he was on the verge of losing control. Marissa, my love, we can’t keep delaying the inevitable. It’s time to say goodbye.

 We can’t keep opening and closing Henry’s coffin. Let him go in peace.” Marissa felt the weight of those words and for a moment seemed to give in. She only nodded in agreement, almost as if on autopilot. In silence, she picked up her phone with trembling hands and just stood there staring at the screen.

 Richard looked at Tyler and Valerie, who exchanged a quick glance and nodded. Everything seemed settled. The funeral director then turned and walked once more toward the button that would ignite the flames. But this time, what stopped him wasn’t a scream. It was an impact. Marissa suddenly broke away from Tyler and Valerie and shoved Richard hard enough to push him away from the panel.

“I’m sorry, but my son, my son will not be cremated,” she cried, her voice consumed by despair. Tyler rushed to her, shocked by her outburst, while Valerie bent down to help Richard up. “Marissa, are you out of your mind?” shouted Tyler, his voice raised. “What is it now?” Then Marissa held out her phone for everyone to see.

 On the screen, the camera image had shifted once again. The camera, which had previously been pointing at the boy’s feet, was now showing Henry’s pale face, as if it had returned to its original position in his hands. Tyler swallowed hard, his heartbeat quickening. Valerie took a step back, eyes wide.

 Richard, still rising to his feet, arched his brows in astonishment. Marissa then screamed, her voice trembling with urgency. “My son, my son is alive in there. We have to get him out now.” Tyler tried to keep control of the situation. He stepped back slightly and gripped his wife’s shoulders. “Love, you you’re not well. You need help.” Valerie approached, trying to sound understanding.

“If you’d like, I have a sedative in my bag. You need to calm down, Mrs. Marissa.” But Marissa refused, her voice rising again, more desperate each time. “Can’t you see? This time you can’t say the coffin moved because it was still. My son moved inside. I need to get him out right now.

” Richard tried to intervene, clinging to reason amid the chaos. Madam, we all saw your son. He He’s dead. No, he’s not. I don’t know what happened, but I can feel it. He’s not. We need to get him out now. My son cannot be cremated. He can’t. She shouted with every ounce of strength in her lungs. The air grew heavy with suffocating tension. The atmosphere was unbearable. Tyler exploded.

Enough, Marissa. Enough. This has gone way too far. I’m taking you home and Valerie will stay and watch the cremation alone. I knew you shouldn’t have stayed to see this. But as he tried to restrain her, Marissa broke free with surprising agility. No, no one will hold me back. I I need to see my son.

 My son is asking for help. Driven by a force she herself didn’t understand, she ran to the furnace where the coffin was already in place. With fury and desperation, she pulled the structure back out all by herself. It was as if her grief had given her the strength of a lioness protecting her cub.

 In a low voice, watching the scene, Valerie muttered, “She’s completely out of her mind. There’s no way that boy could be alive, is there?” Tyler just looked at her. A strange, fleeting look exchanged between the two. There was something there, a silent complicity that no one else noticed. Then Tyler stepped toward Marissa and with cold eyes gripped her arms tightly.

“I didn’t want to use brute force, Marissa, but it’s for your own good. Go ahead with the cremation. I’ll take her home. But Richard, now more resolute, stepped forward. Unfortunately, we won’t proceed. If Mrs. Marissa is uncomfortable with something, if she wants to see her son one more time, she is the mother.

 I cannot continue the cremation without her consent. Tyler, irritated, snapped through clenched teeth. My wife is not in her right mind. Go on with the procedure. Marissa broke free from her husband’s hands once more. Her eyes locked on him, her voice choked with emotion, yet firm. I am in my right mind.

 Yes, I’m just a mother with a shattered heart, and I feel deep in my soul that my son is not meant to be cremated. She then narrowed her eyes, staring at Tyler intensely. “And you? You should be supporting me, Tyler. What’s going on? Why are you doing this? Why don’t you want me to see Henry one last time? Is there something you don’t want me to see? Her words cut through the air like a knife.

 Tyler averted his gaze for a second and looked at Valerie, who discreetly nodded in affirmation. He then took a deep breath, ran his hand over his wife’s face, and tried to regain control of the situation. My love, I I was only trying to think of your well-being. Forgive me. You’re right. If you want to see Henry one last time, then let’s see him.

 You’ll notice that the camera moved when the coffin was carried. And once you see that everything is fine, we’ll proceed with the cremation. Let’s let Henry rest. Okay. Marissa took a deep breath, trying to contain the anxiety still consuming her. “Okay,” she replied. But in her eyes, there was something new. A growing suspicion.

 Something about Tyler’s behavior now disturbed her deeply. Richard approached cautiously and called the other crerematorium employee. Give me a hand here,” he said, starting to lift one side of the coffin lid. But to truly understand what was happening in that crematorium, the real reason why Marissa had placed a camera inside the coffin, and whether something had truly moved inside, or if it was nothing more than a mother’s anguish. It was necessary to go back in time. It was a sunny Sunday afternoon.

The dining room table still bore the remains of lunch, and the atmosphere was one of calm. Marissa, Tyler, and Henry had just finished eating when the boy, his eyes, shining with excitement, said, “Mom, can we go to the mall later? There’s a super cool Spider-Man movie playing.” Marissa smiled, affectionately, running her hand through her son’s hair. “Of course, my love. We’ll go.

 You’re coming too, right, Tyler? Tyler smiled back with a relaxed expression. Of course. Henry knows I love superhero movies, and what I love even more is being with the two of you. I wouldn’t miss it for the world. The three laughed together in a moment of apparent harmony, while Valerie, the maid of the mansion, cleared the plates from the table.

 She wore a faint smile on her face, but her eyes seemed to hide something, a restrained, forced smile. At first glance, they were a happy family. Marissa was the heirs of a major auto parts company, an empire built by her father, who had died in a tragic car accident, the same one that had taken the life of her first husband.

 She had been left alone with little Henry, then only 5 years old. That was when Tyler entered her life. A kind, helpful man who became her emotional support amidst the loss. Over time, he began managing the family business, earning her trust and her heart. They married and started living together in the mansion where Valerie had already worked for years.

 To Marissa’s eyes, Tyler was the perfect man. Someone who helped honor her father’s legacy, managed the company competently, and cared for her son with apparent dedication. Even after so many tragedies, she believed she had finally found peace. Hours after lunch, already in the living room, Valerie appeared holding a freshly ironed white shirt.

Mr. Tyler’s shirt, Mrs. Marissa. I ironed it because I know he likes this one. I heard you talking about going to the mall. I hope I’m not intruding.” Marissa smiled kindly. “Oh, Valerie, of course you’re not intruding. Thank you so much. But you should be resting. It’s Sunday. Serving lunch was already more than enough.

” Valerie gave a little smile, adjusting the shirt in her arms. Oh, madam, you know how much I enjoy being here. My joy is working, taking care of this house, of you, of Henry, and of Mr. Tyler. But you should enjoy life in other ways, Valerie, replied Marissa lightly. You could even come to the mall with us, buy some clothes, have fun.

 Come on, it’ll be on me. You know I consider you family, and I’ve told you a thousand times I don’t want you just working. Valerie smiled but shook her head firmly. “No, Mrs. Marissa, never. I know my place, and my place is here, taking care of the house, not strolling around with my employers. I wouldn’t even feel comfortable. But thank you truly.

 I’d rather stay as I am,” Marissa sighed, touched by her employees humility. “Either way, I’ll bring you a gift. a perfume. I know you like it. It’s the least I can do to thank you for the care you give us. I could say it’s not necessary, replied Valerie with a slightly warmer smile.

 But I know you’ll bring it anyway, so thank you. You really know how to make me happy. I love perfume. Now, if you’ll excuse me, may I take the shirt to Mr. Tyler? Marissa smiled softly. Of course. He must be in the bedroom. And please tell him I’ll take care of a few things in the office and in about an hour I’ll get ready for us to go out.

 Yes, ma’am, replied the maid, accepting the request with a discreet nod. With the freshly ironed shirt in her arms, the servant walked away while Marissa headed toward the office, confident she would have some time to organize her schedule. But as soon as the mistress disappeared down the hallway, the maid’s expression changed completely.

 Her eyes, once submissive, now carried a gleam of disdain, and her lips curled into a mocking smile. With venom in her voice, she muttered, “I’ll bring you a perfume. I know you like it.” “Oh, give me a break. Annoying showoff.” Those words came out like a long suppressed outburst.

 Then with firm steps, she entered the couple’s bedroom without even knocking. The sudden sound of the door startled Tyler, who stepped back when he saw her storm in that way. “Valerie,” he exclaimed, surprised. The maid cast him an ironic look, raising the shirt in her hand. “I came to bring your shirt, little boss. I ironed it for you since you’re going out today. Without care, she threw the garment onto the bed, letting her anger show.

 Tyler, sensing the tension radiating from her, quickly approached and shut the door carefully, making sure Marissa wouldn’t appear suddenly. “What’s wrong?” he asked in a low voice. Valerie sat down on the edge of the bed. Her shoulders were heavy, her breathing quick. After a deep sigh, she burst out. What’s wrong? What’s wrong is that I’m tired, Tyler. Or better yet, exhausted.

Still standing by the door, he raised his eyebrows as if he already knew the source of her explosion. “I know you’re upset because I’m going out with Henry and Marissa.” “Honey, you know I couldn’t say no.” She scoffed with contempt, crossing her arms. You never can say no, Tyler. Never. I don’t get a single moment alone with you anymore.

 I’m starting to think you’ve given up on everything and plan to stay in this marriage forever. Henry’s stepfather closed his eyes for a moment, trying to control his tone. Then he asked seriously, “Where is Marissa right now?” Valerie replied mockingly, not even trying to hide her irritation. She’s in the office.

 Said she’d spend some time there until later when the happy little family will go enjoy the mall. Tyler took a deep breath, trying to ease the tension. He walked over to the bed and with rehearsed gentleness, stroked the young woman’s face. “My love, stop with this silly jealousy. You know I only have eyes for you. Marissa is nothing but a stepping stone for us to get everything we want.

” But Valerie wasn’t convinced. She suddenly stood, brushing his hand away, her voice sharp with impatience. No, I don’t know. This was never the plan to stay married this long. You said you’d get rid of that idiot Marissa soon, just like we sent her father and her ex-husband straight to hell. But so far, nothing. At that moment, their true faces were revealed.

 The masks of loyalty and servitude fell, exposing the rot that bound this pair of lovers together. Tyler let out a cold, almost demonic smile and replied, “All I’ve ever wanted was to send that fool to the grave and take all the fortune. But what happens? Everything goes to the kid. We don’t have community property.

 We have a prenup that says if we divorce or if she dies, I get nothing.” I’ve been trying all these years to earn Marissa’s trust. So, she’ll hand me full control of the company. But it hasn’t been easy, my love. Not easy at all. And without total control over Marissa’s wealth, I can’t divorce her or put her in a shallow grave.

 Because if I do that now, all this time putting up with her, and that brat will have been for nothing, and you and I will end up empty-handed. That’s why I do everything she and the boy want. So I can earn her trust and get everything we’ve always dreamed of, my love.

 His words sounded calculating, revealing a meticulous plan sustained by years of pretense. But Valerie didn’t seem satisfied. She narrowed her eyes, impatient, and retorted. I’m sick of hearing the same story. The truth is, you’re moving way too slow. We need to end this now. And I already know exactly how we’ll do it. How we’ll make her hand over full control to you once and for all.

The schemer raised his head, intrigued by her certainty. You do? How? He asked, curious. The maid smiled maliciously, her lips curling into a wicked gesture. Simple, darling. You’re always saying we need to do whatever Marissa wants, but by doing what she wants, you only make her happy, stronger, and if she’s strong, she’ll never give up her position at the company, never give you control of the business.

 For Marissa to hand everything over to you. She has to be weak. Very weak. We have to break her down mentally. Only when she’s in pieces will you get control of everything. Tyler studied her closely. Slowly, he began to understand where his accomplice was going. Still, he hesitated.

 “You’re saying I should drug Marissa so she signs papers giving me everything. Is that it?” Look, that’s way too risky because if she takes a test and proves she was drugged, the judge will throw it all out and instead of ending up rich, we’ll end up in prison.” Valerie arched her brows as if she already had the answer prepared.

 And who said we need drugs to break that idiot down mentally? My love, the key to unlocking all her fortune is right in front of your eyes. The key is Henry. Tyler’s eyes widened, his heart pounding at the revelation. Henry, he exclaimed, unable to believe what he had just heard.

 Valerie pressed her lips together, her face twisting into a dark, malevolent expression. Yes, Henry. He’s everything to Marissa. That showoff loves that boy more than anything in this world. Listen carefully to what we’re going to do, my love. With slow steps, the maid approached her lover and placed a hand on his shoulder, smiling wickedly. Her voice, sweet on the surface, carried venom in every syllable.

 We’re going to poison the brat little by little, make him sick, weaker and weaker until he dies. I know a woman who works with certain potions, and she has a mixture that leaves no trace. Marissa will fall apart more and more as the boy gets sick.” She slid her fingers across her lover’s chest, smiling with malice, and continued, “And you, you’ll be her shoulder to cry on. You’ll act present, caring, attentive.

 You’ll take charge of everything while madam is desperate, taking care of her son.” Later. Later, we increase the dose and the boy goes to the coffin. When he dies, my love, Marissa will sink into such deep mourning she won’t have the strength for anything. That’s when you’ll get her to sign the paperwork we need, handing everything over to your name.

 And then then we’ll plan a convenient accident to send her straight to hell, too.” She laughed loudly, a harsh laugh like the cry of a starving hyena. The bedroom filled with that horrid sound as if it were the soundtrack of a demonic pact. A cold shiver ran down Tyler’s spine. He swallowed hard and muttered, hesitant, “Kill Henry.” But Valerie, he he’s just a child.

Immediately, the maid’s smile vanished. Her face hardened into a cruel, merciless expression. Oh no, Tyler. Don’t you dare turn weak on me now. Don’t you dare feel sorry for the boy. This is the only way we’ll get everything. So, what’s it going to be? Henry’s stepfather rubbed his face, anguished. Deep down, he knew he was worthless.

 He had already dirted his hands before alongside his lover, plotting the deaths of Marissa’s father and her first husband, all for the sake of fortune. But now, facing the idea of ending the life of an innocent child, a flicker of humanity haunted him. “Are you sure there’s no other way?” he asked, his voice breaking with doubt. Valerie didn’t hesitate.

 If we keep waiting for your pathetic plan of pampering Marissa, we’ll end up old and empty-handed. I already told you the boy is the key. We’re going to put that brat in a coffin. The scoundrel bit his lips. With every word, he felt more cornered. He tried one last argument. And what if they find something in his body? What if they suspect anything? But the villainous opened a wide smile brimming with confidence.

I already told you this concoction leaves no trace. There isn’t a test that can detect it and more. We can convince that idiot Marissa to choose cremation. That way the boy’s body turns to ash and every single trace disappears forever. His heart was pounding fast.

 A part of him still resisted crossing that line, but greed spoke louder. He drew a deep breath, clenched his fists, and admitted, “All right, we’ll finish off that little brat. I don’t even like him anyway. It’s his mother’s fault. She’s the one who didn’t want community property when we married.” The words came out heavy, and Valerie rejoiced as if she had just won a war.

She lunged at her lover, grabbed him tightly, and kissed him passionately, sealing their macaract. Then she pulled away, her eyes gleaming with triumph. We’re going to be rich and powerful, my love. Seconds later, she fixed her hair and walked to the door. Now, get ready. Give Marissa and the boy one last day of happiness. As soon as you leave, I’ll go see the witch.

 I’ll get the concoction tonight. She left the bedroom with firm steps, her eyes shining with victory. Tyler, left alone, stared at the closed door for a moment. The silence in the room weighed on him like a sentence. He took a deep breath, adjusted his clothes, and began to get ready.

 About an hour later, already dressed and prepared, he found Marissa and Henry in the living room. The boy was smiling, excited about the promise of going to the mall. Marissa adjusted her purse, attentive to every detail, unaware of the shadow looming over her family. Before they left, the millionaire turned to the maid who was watching from the doorway.

 “Are you sure you don’t want to come with us, Valerie? I’d be so happy to see you have some fun, too.” With her well-trained, cynical expression, Valerie replied with feigned sweetness, “I’m sure, madam. Don’t worry. Go have fun. I’ll be waiting for you here.” And she added with a smile dripping with falseness, waving as the three walked toward the luxury car parked in the garage.

 As soon as the car door closed and the engine started, the maid’s mask fell again. Her eyes blazed with hatred. And she muttered through her teeth. “Yes, enjoy my man, you show off. Enjoy it because this is your last night of happiness.” She watched the car disappear on the horizon.

 Then, without wasting time, she stepped back into the house, removed her maid’s uniform, and slipped into an elegant white dress. She put on intense red lipstick, fixed her hair, and grabbed her phone. She ordered a ride through an app. A few minutes later, the driver pulled up, and they headed to their destination. “Is this the right place, ma’am?” the man asked as she parked in front of an old, isolated building at the end of a poorly lit street.

The residence looked like something out of a nightmare. A true horror movie house with broken windows and walls stained by time. Valerie lifted her chin and answered firmly. Here it is. Wait for me. It won’t take long. I’ll pay for the waiting time. She stepped out of the car without looking back.

 She passed through the rusty gate and pushed open the front door, which creaked loudly. The heavy, nauseiating smell of incense filled her nostrils. Across the dusty floor, candles were scattered, their flickering flames lighting the room. Suddenly, a deep voice echoed through the hall. “Well, well, look who we have here.” From the back of the room emerged a frightening woman.

 She looked about 60 with disheveled hair, weathered skin, and long, dark, dirty nails. Her piercing gaze seemed to cut straight through the soul. Valerie took a deep breath as if she had expected this meeting and said respectfully, “I need you, Auntie.” The old woman slowly settled into a creaking chair beside an old table scarred by time. Her yellowed smile revealed worn teeth and her voice dripped with sarcasm. Of course you do.

 You only show up when you want something. Well, spit it out, Valerie. What do you want this time? Tyler’s lover crossed her arms, arched her brows, and let out a mocking laugh. Cut the drama, aunt. You know very well it’s always been like this in our family. One hand washes the other. She paused, ran her fingers through her red hair, and continued directly. But I’ll be brief. I need a concoction.

One of those poisons only you can make. The kind that kills slowly, leaving no trace. I want one of those. The old witch with piercing eyes and slow gestures narrowed her gaze, fixing her attention on her niece. “And who are you planning to get rid of, Valerie?” The maid smirked and shot back firmly. “I’m not planning. I’m going to do it. But you don’t need to know who it is.

That way, you won’t get yourself into trouble or run your mouth with that big gossiping tongue of yours.” The remark made the old woman burst into laughter. “Always insolent,” she replied, shaking her head. Without hesitation, the woman stood, opened a hidden drawer beneath the table, and pulled out a small, clear glass vial.

Inside, a nearly transparent liquid shimmerred under the trembling light of the candles. “Here it is. But be careful. When I brewed this extract, it turned out very strong. Just a few drops could kill an elephant. If you want to kill slowly, just one drop a day.

 Valerie reached out and snatched the vial eagerly, a devilish smile lighting up her face. “All right, thank you, Aunt.” She turned to leave without adding another word, but the old woman was quick. She gripped her niece’s arm with surprising strength for her age. “Wait, where do you think you’re going? This concoction is expensive, girl. It’s not free.” The redhead scoffed, outraged.

 “Seriously, you’re going to charge your dear niece, aunt”? The crone’s smile widened, revealing yellowed teeth. I’d charge the Pope himself. Now hurry. $10,000. Valerie’s eyes widened in disbelief. $10,000? Are you insane? $10,000 for a tiny vial with a few drops of liquid. The witch yanked the vial back toward herself, pulling it out of her niece’s grasp.

This here is priceless. Anyone would pay whatever it takes for a poison that kills without leaving a trace. My wisdom has a price, my dear. And look at that. I just remembered inflation is up. Now it’s $15,000. What? $15,000? Screamed Valerie incredulous. You must be delirious. I don’t have that kind of money, aunt. I work as a maid.

The old woman roared with laughter, her shoulders shaking. “Go fool someone else, Valerie. I know you better than anyone. I know very well you’ve always had more than you led on. You’ve lived off schemes your whole life. And if you’re working as a maid, it’s because you’ve got a bigger goal.

 And something tells me this concoction is the missing piece in your little game. So, are you paying or should I sell it to someone else? Decide fast. Tomorrow it might cost even more. Valerie panted, furious. She grabbed her phone in haste, opened her banking app, entered her aunt’s account, and made the transfer with trembling hands. She shoved the screen in her face, seething there. Happy now. You’ve left me broke.

The crone checked the phone to confirm, and a triumphant smile spread across her wrinkled face. She handed the vial back with sarcasm. “Very happy, my dear niece. Always a pleasure doing business with you. Come back anytime.” Valerie snatched the vial from her hands and turned sharply, huffing with rage. “Damned old witch from hell.

” She growled before storming out, her footsteps pounding on the wooden floor. In the ride share car, she slammed the door and ordered harshly, “Take me back right now to the mansion where you picked me up.” The driver, already annoyed by the long wait, snapped back. “That’s $500 for the trip and the waiting.” Valerie nearly lost control.

“$500? What is everyone out to rob me today? Unbelievable. Still, she paid. She had no choice. When she arrived at the mansion, she stormed out of the car, still fuming. But as her eyes fell on the vial in her hand, they lit up. Calm down, Valerie. Calm down. Soon the whole fortune will be mine. Tyler will trick that fool Marissa.

 and when he’s only with me. If he doesn’t behave, I’ll trick him, too,” she muttered to herself, chuckling softly. A little later, Marissa, Tyler, and Henry returned from their family outing. The boy was radiant, still thrilled from the movie. “Wow, that part where all three Spider-Man appeared together, jumping side by side.

 It was awesome,” he exclaimed with the energy only a child could have. Tyler, wearing a fake smile, agreed with rehearsed enthusiasm. “It really was incredible.” Marissa shook her head, still surprised. “Even I, who never liked superhero movies, ended up loving it.” In the living room, Valerie was already waiting for them.

 She had put her maid’s uniform back on as if she had never left. The millionaire frowned, confused, seeing her standing there spotless. Valerie, dear, what are you doing still awake and in uniform? The maid smiled with feigned sweetness, as though she were nothing but a devoted servant. Waiting for you, of course. I couldn’t sleep without knowing you got home safely. You know how I am, madam.

 In fact, since I had nothing to do, I went ahead and made a chocolate mousse. I wasn’t sure if you had eaten anything at the movies. Henry’s eyes lit up. Yay. Chocolate mousse. I love chocolate mousse. Valerie crouched down to the boy’s level, gently ruffling his golden hair. That’s exactly why I made it, Henry. I know how much you love it.

Marissa, touched by the gesture, smiled warmly. You’re perfect, Valerie. I really don’t know what we’d do without you. Isn’t that right, Tyler? The stepfather shot a quick glance at the maid and in that brief moment the two exchanged a silent signal of complicity. He then replied firmly, “Of course, Valerie is perfect.

” Then Marissa picked up a shopping bag and handed the maid the promised gift. The redhead’s face lit up with calculated falseness. She hugged her mistress with fake affection. Oh, madam, you shouldn’t have. But I love it. Love it so much. How did you know I wanted this exact perfume? Moments later, everyone was seated at the dinner table, waiting for the dessert that promised to end the night on a joyful note.

 Valerie, in her spotless uniform, and a forced smile plastered on her face, announced sweetly, “I’ll go to the kitchen to get the chocolate mousse and be right back.” Tyler, however, stood up immediately. His eyes carried the anxiety of someone who already knew what was about to happen. Let me help you bring everything, Valerie. And this time, don’t even bother saying no because I insist.

Marissa, innocent, suspected nothing. To her, her husband’s gesture seemed like nothing more than a show of kindness toward the maid. She believed Valerie was once again simply doing her usual good work. She remained seated beside her son, affectionately stroking little Henry’s hair.

 In the kitchen, the tone changed instantly. The scoundrel spoke in a low voice, barely containing his excitement. “So, did you get it?” The redhead flashed a triumphant smile. She pulled the small, transparent vial from her pocket and held it up before him. “Right here.” This is our ticket to fortune. But let me warn you, it wasn’t cheap.

 That damned old witch charged me $15,000. You’ll transfer it to me later because I’m broke now. The crook took the vial carefully, turning it between his fingers as if holding a treasure. His eyes no longer showed even a shadow of compassion for the boy. If this really puts Marissa’s entire fortune in our hands, 15,000 is nothing.

A cruel smile spread across his face. It’s time for Henry to say goodbye to this world. Valerie snatched the vial back, opened it deafly, and without hesitation dripped a single drop into the glass meant for the boy. The liquid dissolved imperceptibly into the moose. With a cold stare, she declared, “It’s about time, my love, the brat’s going to hell, and then it’ll be his mother’s turn.

” The two exchanged a malicious glance, as if sealing a silent pact with the devil himself. Moments later, they returned to the dining room. The red-haired witch, hiding behind the posture of a dedicated servant, distributed the dessert glasses. When she handed over the poisoned one, she knelt down in front of Henry and spoke with fake tenderness.

“This one, with a little extra, is for the most handsome boy in this house, so you can grow strong and play lots of soccer.” The little one grinned excitedly and grabbed the glass with enthusiasm. The family began to savor the dessert. Marissa enjoyed each spoonful, unaware of the poison hidden in her son’s treat.

 Tyler wore the expression of an attentive stepfather, but inside he was counting the minutes until the plan took effect. Henry, innocent, devoured each bite, never imagining that his fate was being sealed right there at the family table. Valerie, standing observed every move with cruel attention, convinced that in just a few days, the boy would be dead.

 That very night, the first signs appeared. Just minutes after finishing dessert, the boy began to squirm in his chair. He clutched his stomach and groaned. “Mom, I think something I ate didn’t sit well with me.” Marissa leaned toward him, worried. “It must have been the snack at the mall, son. After all, we all ate the moose, and Valerie is always so careful with the food.

” Tyler quickly stood up, faking genuine concern. “It must just be an upset stomach. I’ll run to the pharmacy and buy some medicine for stomach pain. In no time, you’ll be fine, champ. You’ll see. As part of the act, Valerie prepared a tea and brought it in a steaming mug. My mother always made this tea when I had cramps. It should help, Henry.

The boy drank the tea, and combined with the medicine, it brought temporary relief, but it was all part of the plan. Watching from a distance, the maid whispered to her lover with a sadistic smile. That’s exactly how it has to be. He can’t die suddenly. His body has to fail little by little. That way, we’ll destroy Marissa from the inside out.

Tyler, still hesitant, muttered. I confess I’m still afraid they’ll discover something. She, however, remained cold. Stop being such a coward. I told you no one’s going to find anything. It’ll all be fine. I guarantee it.” And indeed, the next morning, Henry seemed better.

 He regained some of his energy, played, laughed, and ran around the house as if nothing had happened. But that night, the plan repeated itself. During dinner, Valerie took advantage of a moment of distraction to drip another drop of poison. This time, she disguised it by mixing it into the boy’s juice. It didn’t take long before Henry once again clutched his stomach, crying, “Mom, it hurts again. It hurts so much.

” Marissa hugged her son, distraught. Tyler tried to remain calm, but suggested the same as before. Let’s give him another pill like yesterday. And Valerie, make another tea. The redhead, however, interrupted quickly, changing the strategy. No. Yesterday it worked for a while.

 But we can’t just keep medicating without knowing what it really is. The best thing is to take Henry to the hospital. He needs to see a doctor. Mrs. Marissa. The millionaire nodded immediately, agreeing with the logic presented. Valerie’s right. We can’t play with health. I’m taking Henry to the hospital right now.

 Tyler forced a smile, but his displeasure was evident. All right, get him ready, love. I’ll have the car waiting in the garage. As Marissa hurried upstairs to fetch a change of clothes and wrap up her son, the schemer turned on his lover, grinding his teeth. Are you insane? How can you poison the kid and then tell his mother to take him to the hospital? If they find any substance in the tests, we’re finished.

Valerie only smiled, calm as ever, as if everything were under control. My love, when I said I know what I’m doing, I wasn’t joking. They won’t find anything. I guarantee it. Making Marissa take the boy to the hospital will only make us look even more innocent. Trust me, Tyler, no one will ever suspect us.

 Even so, the crook went to the hospital consumed by fear. Deep down, he dreaded the plan being exposed. But once there, he realized his lover was right. After hours of waiting, the doctor returned with a serious expression, holding the results. Well, Mrs. Marissa, we ran a full set of tests and found absolutely nothing. Not even the endoscopy revealed the cause of this stomach pain.

 The suspicion is that your son might have suffered from food poisoning. But the truth is, I can’t reach any definitive conclusion. Since he isn’t in critical condition, I’ll discharge you. I prescribed some medication to ease the pain. Now it’s a matter of waiting, but if the symptoms persist, please bring them back. Marissa took a deep breath. The lack of answers left her even more anguished. All right, doctor.

 Thank you so much, she replied, her voice trembling. Back in the car, Henry whimpered, resting against his mother’s lap. It still hurts, Mom. He complained weakly. Tyler, more deceitful than ever, tried to sound optimistic. You’ll be fine, Henry. You heard the doctor. It was probably just something you ate.

 Very soon, you’ll be great again, champ. You’ll see. Marissa wanted to believe those words, but her mother’s heart screamed otherwise. Deep down, something in her soul told her it wasn’t just food poisoning. When they arrived home, Valerie was already waiting with a fresh cup of tea. The boy drank a few sips and seemed to improve for a moment, but as soon as she was alone with Tyler, the villainess chuckled darkly and declared coldly, “I told you.

 I said they wouldn’t find anything in his body. You need to learn to listen to me more. I know what I’m doing. That brat is going to hell, and no one will ever suspect us. The following days became torment. Henry grew sicker by the hour. His body no longer had strength. He could barely get out of bed. Constant nausea consumed him. Stomach pains made him writhe.

 And now an unbearable headache emerged as yet another affliction. Marissa, desperate, abandoned work and left all the management in Tyler’s hands, believing he was the support she needed. She spent her days running after doctors, tests, specialists, but nothing, absolutely nothing, was discovered. No trace, no clue.

 Even when the boy had to be hospitalized, Valerie always found a way to discreetly drip the daily dose of poison, whether in water, juice, or fruit. Nothing stopped her. Tyler watched everything with a cold smile. It’s going exactly as planned. Marissa has already left everything under my control. If I can secure the investments, the money, and the shares, that’s it. The fortune will be in our hands.

 Maybe we won’t even need to kill Henry. But Valerie was categorical. Of course we do. We need to drag Marissa to rock bottom because if we give her any chance to recover, even if we’ve already stolen everything, she’ll try to get it back. We can’t risk that. The red-haired woman narrowed her eyes and added with a macab smile.

 In fact, I think it’s time for the brat to die once and for all. He’s hospitalized, but that changes nothing. Tomorrow, I’ll go to the hospital and give him his final meal. I’ll bring him a chocolate candy he loves with 10 drops of our poison. That’ll be Henry’s farewell. A chill ran down Tyler’s spine, but he didn’t react. He only remained silent. Prisoner of his pact with his lover.

Meanwhile, at the hospital, the pain gave no respit. Henry, exhausted from so much suffering, held his mother’s hand and made a moving request. Mom, I want to go home. I’ve been here for days and nothing helps. If I’m going to keep feeling this pain, this weakness, or even if I’m going to die, I wanted to be at home.

 I don’t want to die in a hospital room. The boy’s words pierced Marissa’s heart like daggers. She covered his face with kisses, weeping. Don’t say that, my love. You’re not going to die. You’re going to get better. We have to have faith in God. You’re still going to get better, my son. The boy looked at her with the seriousness of an adult. I just want you to be okay, Mom.

Whatever happens, promise me you’ll keep living and you’ll be happy. Promise me. Marissa couldn’t hold back the tears. Her face was soaked, but even so, she answered, sobbing. I promise, my son. I promise. That very night, determined to grant her son’s wish, she signed the paperwork and secured his release, she brought Henry back home, even though fear still gnawed at her inside. When they arrived, Tyler and Valerie couldn’t hide their surprise.

 The redhead was the first to speak with a false smile of affection. Henry, my love, you’re back. I knew you’d soon overcome this silly illness. But the boy didn’t share the same enthusiasm. He remained frail, disheartened, and made it clear that the pain persisted. He had only decided he would rather endure the suffering at home. Marissa hurried to explain.

 A doctor and nurses will be looking after him here. If needed, we’ll go back to the hospital for treatment, but for now, Henry will stay at home. Valerie crouched before the boy, stroking his hand with feigned tenderness. “Well, we’ll take care of you, champ. And soon, with God’s help, you’ll be well again,” Tyler added, forcing a smile.

 “Of course you will, Henry.” But when Marissa left the room to organize her son’s things, the facade crumbled completely. away from her. Valerie narrowed her eyes and whispered to her lover, “Things just got even easier. We’ll finish the brat tomorrow, right here in the mansion. How ironic.

 At least he’ll die in the little bedroom he loves so much, not in a hospital bed.” Tyler only smiled. The smile of a man already corrupted, accomplice to evil. But before we continue and find out what will really happen to Henry, click the like button, subscribe to the channel, and turn on the notification bell.

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 At dawn, before the sun had even lit up the mansion’s gardens, Valerie was already on her feet. With trembling hands of anticipation, but steady in cruelty, she picked up the vial of poison and dripped 10 drops into a chocolate candy. Calmly, she sealed the suite and held it up before her eyes as though admiring a trophy. A cold smile spread across her face.

 “Here it is, a simple chocolate, and with it, everything I’ve ever dreamed of with Tyler will finally come true.” Moments later, Marissa appeared in the hallway, accompanied by her husband. The mother’s face was tired, but her posture still carried determination. Henry is still asleep, so I’ll take advantage of the moment to go to the company and sign some papers that need me. But I’ll be back soon.

 I don’t want to stay away from my little one for too long. Tyler, always acting the part of the devoted husband, rushed to offer help. If you want, I can go sign for you, love, Marissa declined sweetly. Unfortunately, those documents require my signature. But soon, I’ll arrange power of attorney so you can sign in my place as well.

 That way, I’ll feel more at ease focusing on Henry. And even when he gets better, you’ve already proven to be so trustworthy. I think it’s time you maybe take over the company and the business permanently. I know you’ll do what’s best for our family. The scoundrel could barely hide his joy. Always, my love. always,” he said, while inside he celebrated as if he had just won a prize.

 As soon as the millionaire left, the crook turned to his lover, his eyes gleaming with triumph. “Did you hear that? She’s going to hand everything over to me. That idiot is going to give up the fortune without a fight.” Valerie burst into laughter, moved closer, and kissed him passionately. It’s all ours now,” she whispered between malicious giggles.

Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Henry was waking up. His fragile body gave him no rest. He rose with difficulty, leaning on the furniture and groaned in despair. “This pain never stops. I can’t take it anymore. My God, what’s happening to me?” even weak, he decided to walk toward the kitchen.

 I’ll I’ll ask Valerie to make me some tea. Maybe that will help a little. But upon arriving, what he saw left him stunned. In front of him, Tyler and Valerie were kissing, lost in each other. The boy’s eyes widened. “But what? What’s going on here?” The vile stepfather pulled away, terrified. Henry, I I can explain. The boy’s voice came out frail but full of indignation. You’re cheating on my mom, Tyler.

Is that it? And with you, Valerie? You, the one my mom cares for so much? The redhead tried to compose herself, speaking quickly. It’s not what you think, Henry. But the boy shook his head, resolute. I’m calling my mom right now and telling her everything,” he said, turning back toward the bedroom. Tyler held his head in despair.

“We’re finished. We’re finished.” But Valerie took charge, cold as ever. “Shut up. We’re not finished at all. We’ll handle it the way we always do.” She shoved the poisoned candy into her lover’s hand. Go make up some excuse, but get that boy to eat this chocolate now.

 The coward drew a deep breath, too afraid to refuse. He rushed to the boy’s room. He found Henry sitting on the bed, phone already in his hands, about to call his mother. The stepfather stepped forward. I won’t stop you from calling, Henry, but at least hear me out first, please. Henry, still breathless, replied, “You cheated on my mom. There’s nothing to hear.

” Tyler feigned indignation. “I didn’t cheat. I swear. I don’t know what came over, Valerie. She jumped on me, grabbed me. I didn’t want it. If you don’t believe me, check the security cameras. I’ll show you myself. I would never betray your mother.” With every word, he reinforced the lie with conviction.

 Henry still doubted him, but his tearful eyes betrayed his confusion. The stepfather pressed on, handing him the carefully poisoned chocolate. Look here. I was preparing some chocolates for your mom and for you. Do you really think I don’t love you both? Do you think I’d trade my family for just anyone? I love you, Henry.

 Valerie lost her mind. That’s what happened. The boy, weakened by illness and the situation, began to give in. His childish mind wanted to believe he was mistaken, that his stepfather was telling the truth. Tyler noticed the hesitation and pressed on. Believe me, please believe me.

 In that instant, Henry made the worst mistake of his life. He picked up the chocolate and took a bite. While chewing, he looked up and saw his stepfather smiling in a strange, unsettling way. As soon as he swallowed, Valerie entered the room with a victorious air. “Did that brat eat the chocolate?” Tyler answered, smiling. “He just did.” The pain came almost immediately.

Henry clutched his stomach, groaning in anguish. “What? What did you do to me? He asked, his trembling voice already realizing he had fallen into a trap. Valerie let out a cruel laugh. A little poison, sweetheart. But relax. Soon you’ll stop suffering and rest in peace. And your mother, that idiot of a mother, will lose not only you, but her entire fortune, too.

Tears streamed down the boy’s face. He looked at Tyler as if still seeking hope, but received only his final sentence. I’m sorry, Henry, but it had to be this way. Within minutes, the boy began to writhe. He gagged, felt searing pains, his body trembling in agony until, exhausted, he collapsed unconscious on the bed.

 The silence was broken only by Tyler’s heavy breathing and Valerie’s nervous laughter. Moments later, Marissa rushed into the room. Seeing the scene, she found her son in her husband’s arms, who was now crying, faking despair. He fainted, “Love, I can’t feel his heartbeat. We need to get him to the hospital now.

” The millionaire tore the boy’s body from his arms and hugged him tightly. At her touch, she felt his skin cold, lifeless. Her own heart seemed to stop along with his. She fell to her knees on the floor, her scream tearing through the air like a blade. “No, my god! No! Not my son!” Hours had passed since the tragedy.

 Yet Marissa remained clinging to her son’s body, kneeling on the floor, unable to let go. Her tears dried only to fall again in an endless cycle of grief. Then Tyler in a paternal and false tone approached and tried to persuade her. “You need to let him go, Marissa. I know it’s hard, but we need to face the most painful part. We need to prepare the funeral.

” Marissa, sobbing, answered with a broken voice. “I won’t. I can’t prepare anything.” “I can’t?” The crook, as always, pretended to be the caring husband. He knelt beside her, placed a hand on her shoulder, and said, “I’ll take care of everything, my love. We’ll give our boy a beautiful funeral. He’ll rest in peace, and we’ll scatter his ashes in nature just as he wanted.

” The word ashes echoed in the mother’s mind. Her body trembled. She had never heard her son express such a wish. Before she could react, Tyler reinforced the lie. He told me. Henry was smart. He knew, my love. He knew he was leaving. And he asked me for this. He didn’t want to talk to you because he didn’t want to see you suffer. Marissa shook her head, confused.

Something in her heart screamed against the idea of cremation. But Valerie’s presence made things even more complicated. The redhead, pretending compassion, stepped closer and added, “Mrs. Marissa, we have to honor Henry’s wish.” The mother fell silent, exhausted, with no strength to argue.

 She ended up giving in. And so, a few hours later, little Henry was placed in a coffin, prepared for cremation. But inside, Marissa stirred an unease, an inexplicable forboding. Following her instinct, she made a strange decision. She placed a small camera inside her son’s coffin. And it was at this point that the circle of the story closed. We returned to the beginning.

 The desperate mother, staring at her phone, swearing she had seen something move inside the coffin. It was then she demanded that Richard, the funeral agent, lift the coffin lid. Marissa was in complete panic. Her heart pounded wildly as the staff slowly removed the lid. Tyler looked uneasy but tried to disguise it. Valerie, however, steady as stone, leaned closer to her lover and whispered in his ear, “Relax. Everything will be fine.

 She’ll see her son dead, and after that, she’ll accept the cremation.” What happened next made everyone’s blood run cold. As soon as the lid was lifted, Richard brought a hand to his mouth, shocked. The other worker stepped back in disbelief. Marissa, in turn, clutched her chest as if the world had stopped. There, inside the coffin.

 Henry seemed to be asleep. His pale face still revealed his frailty, but something unexpected happened. His fingers moved, brushing against the camera. Tyler turned pale. Valerie’s eyes widened in disbelief. Marissa leaned over the coffin, tears streaming down her face like a waterfall. Son, you you’re alive. And to everyone’s surprise, Henry slowly opened his eyes as if fighting against an invisible weight.

 The millionaire burst into tears of joy, nearly fainting from happiness. Tyler muttered, desperate. “This isn’t possible. This can’t be happening.” Valerie, overtaken by fury, thought to herself, unable to contain it. “That brat should be dead. How is he alive? My aunt’s poison never fails. How is he alive?” Terrified, she took a step back and yanked Tyler with her.

 With a look of hatred, she whispered in her lover’s ear, “We need to finish him off once and for all. He has to die before he opens his mouth.” Meanwhile, Marissa clutched her son with all her strength, lifting him from the coffin. She screamed desperately, begging, “Help! We need to get Henry to the hospital right now.

 My God, I almost cremated my son alive.” Tyler putting on his mask of the concerned husband once again shouted, “Take him to the car. Let’s go right now.” Valerie, pretending to support added, “I’ll come too. I want to help.” But before they could leave, Henry, still very weak, gripped his mother’s arm with unexpected firmness.

 Marissa froze. Tyler and Valerie screamed for her to get in the car, but the boy, summoning his strength, murmured, “Don’t get in, Mom. Don’t.” The millionaire’s heart raced. She didn’t understand why, but there was truth in her son’s eyes. The wicked lovers, however, only increased their pressure. Mrs.

 Marissa, Henry came back from the dead. He doesn’t know what’s happening. If you want to save him, you have to come with us,” shouted Valerie. “That’s right, love. Let’s hurry. We don’t have time to waste,” insisted Tyler, feigning despair. But Henry, slowly regaining consciousness, raised his voice more clearly. “They they’re going to kill me.

” The words struck Marissa’s heart like thunder. She stammered, shocked. “What? What are you saying, my love? The boy took a deep breath, fighting the pain, and finally revealed. I saw I saw them kissing. They want to steal everything from you, Mom, and and kill me. Tyler, desperate, screamed, trying to drown out the boy’s words. That’s not true. He doesn’t know what he’s saying. He’s confused.

Valerie, trying to reinforce the lie, added with false indignation. That’s right. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. He’s delirious. But Marissa was already looking at them differently. Her eyes once filled with pain, now brimmed with suspicion and fury. A mother’s heart left no doubt what her son said was the truth.

Tyler stepped closer, trying to grab Marissa by the arms, attempting to drag her and Henry to the car, but the woman screamed, resisting with all her strength. At that moment, Richard, the funeral director, ran toward them. He shoved Tyler back and freed the mother and child from his grip.

 I don’t know what’s going on here or how this boy came back to life, but if he and his mother don’t want to go with you, then they won’t. Respect their decision. Tyler froze for a moment, but when he turned, he saw Valerie running to the car. “Valerie, what are you doing?” he shouted, panicked. The witch, her eyes wide with fear, replied, “Can’t you see? We’ve already lost.

” Tyler, “I’m not staying here to watch this blow up in our faces.” It was at that moment that Marissa realized once and for all that her son was telling the truth. Those two were monsters, and they were exposing themselves without even realizing it. Tyler lunged at Valerie, furious, “You wretch! How could you say that out loud? You said the poison was foolproof that it would never fail.

” Valerie, also unhinged, shouted back, “It was supposed to be foolproof. You’re the one who couldn’t wait. Rushing things, grabbing me in the kitchen, and we had to give him the poison chocolate in a hurry. I bet he didn’t even eat all of it. You ruined everything. Tyler spat his words with hatred. Shut your mouth. If it weren’t for your witch ideas, none of this would have happened. You trapped me in this mess.

Valerie lunged at him, screaming. You wanted the fortune, too, idiot. Don’t act innocent. You cheated on your wife. You killed her father. You killed her ex. And now you want to throw it all on me. Marissa, stunned, covered her mouth. Each confession cut like a knife, revealing crimes she could never have imagined.

 Richard, in shock, wasted no time. He pulled out his phone and called the police. Hello. We have a serious situation at the crematorium. They tried to kill a boy. He came back to life inside the coffin. Two suspects confessing to crimes right now. Come quickly. The red-haired witch tried to start the car, but the engine wouldn’t respond.

With every failed attempt, she pounded the wheel in despair. No, no, this can’t be happening. The stepfather, realizing there was no escape there, ran across the courtyard on foot. But Richard was faster. He chased him down, grabbed his arm, and threw him to the ground with force. “You’re not going anywhere.” Seconds later, sirens grew louder.

 A patrol car that had been nearby arrived quickly. The officers jumped out, pointing at the two. Tyler and Valerie were handcuffed as they screamed and tried to blame each other. Tyler yelled, “It was her. She came up with everything. I only obeyed.

” Valerie shouted back, “Lies! He’s the one who wanted the fortune. He’s the one who killed Marissa’s father and her ex-husband. I only obeyed out of fear. He threatened me.” The accusations crossed the air like serpents devouring each other. Marissa watched, frozen, still clinging to her half-concious son. She then begged desperately, “Please take my son to the hospital now. He needs to live.

Richard helped place Henry in the family car and they rushed to the emergency room. At the hospital, Marissa explained everything between sobs. Doctor, they poisoned my son. I saw it with my own eyes. They confessed. Please save him. The doctor examined the boy and immediately sent him to the ICU. Hours passed until he returned, his expression still serious, but relieved.

It’s a miracle this boy survived. We found traces of a rare substance. The only explanation is that the dose in the chocolate was so strong that his body reacted trying to expel it. The fact that he vomited shortly after eating saved his life. If it had been different, he wouldn’t be here. Marissa wept with relief, falling to her knees and thanking God.

 Henry, though fragile, began showing signs of recovery. Meanwhile, police raided the mansion and found the vial of poison hidden among Valerie’s belongings. The missing piece of evidence. The following days were slow recovery. Henry little by little regained his strength. Each smile from the boy was a rebirth for Marissa. As for Tyler and Valerie, behind bars they continued their spectacle of accusations.

 At trial, one blamed the other. Amid their bickering, even more crimes came to light. The death of Marissa’s father, the murder of her first husband, the scams they had carried out for years. Now everything was exposed. Justice showed no mercy. The two were convicted and rotted in prison, devoured by their own evil. Marissa, on the other hand, found the strength to begin again.

She cared for Henry with all her love, vowing never again to let anyone get close enough to hurt him. With time, she formed a bond with Richard. Months later, more serene, Marissa smiled as she watched her son running through the garden, healthy once again. Henry had been reborn, and at last so had she.

 At Richard’s side, who became her life partner, she built a new family founded on love, respect, and protection. The pain would never be forgotten, but hope had prevailed. Comment: Love always wins.