My Workaholic Husband Killed Our Son, So I Sent Him to Prison

Our son was killed by my husband, a famous director.

He was a workaholic, and nothing could keep him from his job.

When I gave birth, he was busy shooting a movie;

when I had a high fever, he said he was working overtime and couldn't come back;

even when our son was in a car accident and waiting for emergency surgery, he commandeered the operating room to shoot his film.

No matter how desperately I begged, he refused to give an inch.

"It's for the sake of art. No matter who's hurt, they can wait until I'm finished."

When work was finally over, my husband came home at last, only to be greeted by our son's cold body.

This time, the usually composed director finally broke down...