Chapter 8
As soon as those words left the officer’s mouth, Kathy and her parents froze in shock.
“What did you say? My daughter was only eight years old back then–how could she possibly have done such a thing?” my father exclaimed, his voice laced with disbelief. The officer let out a weary sigh and handed them two documents.
One was a signed confession from the four members of the Conrad Family.
The other was a statement from the two human traffickers, Rosemary and Sally,
Both clearly detailed how Willie’s family had purchased child brides through Sally, participating in human trafficking. More shockingly, it confirmed that they had acted on Kathy’s orders–detaining Rosemary and Sally, forcing them into marriage with Erick and Daryl.
Kathy’s entire body trembled as she snatched the confessions, ripping them apart with shaking hands.
“Impossible!” she screamed. “Why are you blaming me? Those traffickers deserved it!”
The officer remained unfazed.
“These are just backup copies,” he said flatly. “Destroying them changes nothing. Willie’s family and the traffickers provided matching testimonies–there’s no room for collusion or
doubt.”
For a moment, Kathy’s expression darkened. Then, as if realizing something, she sneered.
“So what?” she scoffed. “You have no solid evidence proving I was behind it. And even if I was, I was only eight. You can’t convict me.”
The officer nodded. “That’s true. But when you poisoned and murdered Willie’s entire family, you were an adult–and you will be held accountable for it.”
His tone was final.
Kathy’s smugness vanished instantly. Her parents stood paralyzed, unable to process what they had just heard.
The officer didn’t linger. He turned and exited with his team, leaving only the stunned silence of the family behind.
When Kathy turned her gaze at me, she saw the smirk on my lips–the amusement in my
eyes.
And in that moment, she understood.
I had deliberately exposed her now, at a time when she couldn’t escape the consequences.
With a furious scream, she leapt from the bed and lunged at me.
“You did this! You bitch! Don’t think you can win just because you were reborn!”
Her hand was inches from my face when my father grabbed her wrist midair.
“Kathy, have you lost your mind?” he demanded, his grip tightening. “Is that why you did all
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“Kathy, have you lost your mind?” he demanded, his grip tightening. ‘Is that why you did all
of this? Did being trafficked mess with your head?”
Beside him, my mother sobbed. “Yes! My daughter would never kill anyone! She must have been mentally traumatized into doing these things!”
Kathy’s eyes flickered.
She stopped struggling, her breathing erratic. Then suddenly, she clutched her head and screamed.
“AHHH! My head! It hurts!”
Her voice turned shrill, laced with hysteria.
“Stay away! Don’t come near me!” she wailed. “Damn traffickers–burn in hell!”
She collapsed onto the ground, writhing and clutching at her head as if she no longer recognized anyone.
I stood there, momentarily stunned.
Then I realized–she was faking it.
She had thought of an escape. A way out.
Feigning insanity to evade the death penalty.
Her cries sent my parents into a frenzy. They hurried to call a psychiatrist, desperate to help their daughter.
The diagnosis came back: severe dissociative identity disorder, bipolar disorder. A condition that could lead her to harm others during an episode.
With that, my parents exhaled in relief, tears streaming down their faces.
“At least… at least now, she won’t be sentenced to death,” my mother sobbed, cradling Kathy in her arms. “My poor daughter… she’s suffered so much…”
Kathy’s gaze locked onto mine from her mother’s embrace.
Her lips curved into a slow, victorious smirk.
“Nadine,” she whispered, voice laced with malice. “You thought you could take me down with this? You’ll never win.”
“Not only will I live, but I’ll also get more love and attention from our parents.”
Later that night, after my parents had left the hospital room, she lay back against the pillows, looking smug.
I sat beside her, calmly peeling an apple.
Without looking up, I asked softly, “All this time… you thought I wanted to steal their love from you.”
I placed a perfectly peeled slice on the plate beside her.
“But why?”
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