My son's grades dropped from first place to last. I, who had just been cheated on, shattered his self-esteem with a slap. When I turned to cover my face and cry, he jumped from the 16th floor without hesitation. It was only through my son's diary at the funeral that I learned how much he had sacrificed for this family. And the cruel truth about declining grades. A few months later, suffering from mental torture, I committed suicide by burning charcoal at home. My husband and mistress took away my son's compensation and laughed at my stupidity in front of my body. When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the day my son jumped off the building! Baby, this time, mommy takes off her vest. Let the executioners who killed you go to hell one by one!
