After My Son Was Kidnapped, I Buried My Husband's Adopted Sister Alive

My son was abducted and sold by my adoptive sister. My husband, a police officer, arrested her without hesitation, even though she was family.

Over five years and five interrogations, my adoptive sister was acquitted every time.

After the seventh review turned up nothing, he came home looking utterly exhausted.

“There’s no evidence she did it. Let’s have another child.”

I cried in his arms all night.

The next day, I threw his adoptive sister into a pit I’d dug and livestreamed the whole thing.

Smiling at the camera, I said:

“Husband, you had five chances to hand over the evidence you found. If you don’t, then...”

I tossed a shovelful of dirt onto her face.

“You can come dig up a new grave for your adoptive sister yourself!”