While I Was Being Dismembered, My Scumbag Father and Brother Celebrated His White Moonlight's Birthday

[Father and son face their comeuppance] [A story of the dead] [Daughter avenges her mother] In the fifth year of our marriage, on the day a murderer broke into our home, I called my husband and begged him to come back. "Yunshen, someone's trying to kill me..." He cut me off coldly. "Will you die if you go just one day without making trouble?" The call ended. I saw a photo from my adopted younger sister. Cake, candles, flowers. My husband and son were holding her, kissing her on either cheek. They looked like a happy family. I closed my eyes in despair. The killer snatched my phone, dismembered me, and hid my body beneath the bed in the master bedroom. After I died, my husband and sister slept above my corpse and spent every night making love. My son nestled in my sister's arms, begging her to tell him fairy tales and saying he wanted her to be his mother. Only my frail, sickly daughter struggled out of her hospital bed and fought with all her might to clear my name. Later, when that heartless father and son saw my corpse, they both went mad...