How My Son Killed His Father

My husband and his first love were making love in the car when they got carbon monoxide poisoning.

At sixty, a society lady like me knows nothing about these things.

All I could do was weep helplessly and call my son for help.

Christopher your father and Aunt Susan have been poisoned and they're dying

Christopher sounded annoyed.

"Mom, will you please stop making such a scene? I've told you a million times, Dad and Aunt Susan are just old friends. Why won't you drop this? Mia's bothering me too! I can't deal with your dramatics right now!"

He hung up before I could even respond.

I felt completely helpless.

If Richard were to die now how long will it take a society lady like me to spend through billions all by myself.

I had actually come downstairs just to find my cat.

But in the underground garage, I noticed two figures moving in our newly purchased Rolls-Royce.

Inside were two naked bodies tangled together on the leather seats.

The man was my husband, Richard Carter, a man known for his lifelong restraint and rigid propriety. T

he woman was Susan Langton, his first love from university.

Tears sprang to my eyes at the sight. I've never felt so powerless, so utterly heartbroken.

Thinking back on my life I'd never known hardship, but I'd sure known the pain of love.

I am the only daughter of a wealthy family, spoiled and sheltered.

I married right after college, never worked a day in my life.

His family was a perfect match for me.

I had no idea Richard had ever had a first love.

That young woman's family was poor, and Mr. Carter and Mrs. Cater forced them apart by paying her off.

Susan took the money and went back to her hometown to marry someone else, and Richard severed Susan's hopes.

Richard was handsome and ambitious.

With our families' combined strength, Carter Group grew rapidly under his leadership, becoming a top corporation.

Richard claimed to dislike my pampered, delicate ways, though he seemed to appreciate them well enough in the bedroom.

It always puzzled me that he seemed to be different people.

When our son Christopher was born, I nearly died from hemorrhaging during childbirth.

Ever since, I loved him all the more.

But Christopher turned out to be just like his fatherreserved, serious, and very critical of me.

Ever since he was a little boy, he idealized strength and power.

Even though Richard never had much time for Chris, and even though I raised him almost by myself, Chris's heart belonged to his dad completely.

By the time he was seven, he was already judging me.

"Daddy only likes a strong woman who can fight by his side, Mom," he told me once.

"He doesn't need a silly rich lady who just shops all day. You've been living as a useless wife your whole life. Don't you find it meaningless?"

But I didn't find it meaningless at all.

Luxury cars, mansions, massive diamonds, a lavish lifestyle!

But my husband and son never missed a chance to criticize me.

But what could I do?

I loved him; I thought he was handsome. That balance always soothed my anger.

To prove I wasn't useless, I decided to do something for the greater good.

I donated one hundred million dollars to a top university to build a new library, and in return they offered me a ceremonial job as head librarian.

I threw myself into the work until retirement.

Over the years, I also sponsored many outstanding students from poor backgrounds, recommending them to Carter Group after graduation.

If not for Susan, my life would have been smooth sailing.

About six months ago, I accidentally found Richard's diary.

It turned out he had a routine annual business trip was actually time spent visiting Susan down south.

Susan wasn't a powerful businesswoman at all.

She was a tired housewife beaten down by life. But to her, Richard was her last comfort.

The two traveled everywhere, leaving behind countless photos.

My heart shattered.

Richard had never once traveled with me, not even on our own honeymoon.

Every time I pleaded for him to travel with me, he'd send me money with a curt email.

"I'm swamped at work and have no time. Take the money and go enjoy yourself."

So I did. I wiped away my tears and traveled the world alone.

I went to see penguins in Antarctica, to chase the northern lights in Iceland, to soak up the sun in Hawaii.

Of course I went on luxury shopping sprees everywhere I went.

Many handsome men tried to flirt with me, but I remained faithful to Richard in my mind.

I only appreciated their attention, never accepted it.

Yet that loyalty was meaningless. Richard betrayed me completely.

When I confronted him in fury, he just transferred more money to my account and said flatly, "Susan and I are just old friends. Don't read too much into it. If you want new bags, buy them yourself."

I was seething.

I ended the call and immediately went to find Christopher.

"How could you just sit by while Dad cheated on me, Christopher? Don't you care at all?"

But Chris was unsympathetic.

"Mom, it's normal nowadays for men to have some mistresses. Do you really have to make such a scene? Dad even took me to meet Aunt Susan when I was eight! She's a really kind woman. She'd never break up someone's family!"

I felt I'd raised an ungrateful wretch, "I treated you so well, how can you defend your father's mistress?! A few years back, when your kidneys failed, I gave you one of mine! Have you forgotten?"

Chris sneered. "What, are you extorting me with the kidney you gave? I should just give my life back to you, and then we'll see who owes who!"

After that fight, Chris withdrew even more.

I was heartbroken.

I even blocked his number.

Remembering all this, I was heartbroken all over again.

I cried for a full half-hour before realizing something was off.

How could they sleep so deeply after all that?

I crawled closer to the car window and peered in again.

Both their faces were unnaturally bright red, flushed from neck to chest.

It wasn't the blush of ecstasyit was the sign of carbon monoxide poisoning!

I was terrified.

I unblocked Chris's number and called frantically.

No answer.

I kept calling relentlessly for another half hour until eventually, he picked up.

"I'm not lying, Christopher. Your father and Aunt Susan they're poisoned, and they're going to die if we don't act now" I choked out.

Chris assumed I was playing a prank.

His voice was tight with anger.

"Mom, can you stop acting crazy? I'm in a meeting! I have no time to indulge your tricks!"

I managed to say, trembling, "I'm telling the truth. They really are dying"

But he had had enough.

"Please, don't talk nonsense. You're so oldenough with the theatrics! Your dad and Aunt Susan are just old friends. If someone is in trouble, call 911. Why are you calling me?"

I lost control.

I burst into full sobs.

"Oh my God, Christopher! They're lying there naked! How am I supposed to call 911 for naked people! Can you even imagine how humiliating that would be?"

Chris finally lost his temper.

"Mom, enough with the crazy stories!" he yelled, and slammed the phone down.

I felt utterly wronged.

Just then, Susan's daughter, Mia, called out on the line, "Chris, is Aunt Gloria bothering you again? She never tries to understand what you're going through."

My anger flared back up. That little witch, stirring trouble!

So Chris had been protective of Susan for a reason. He and Mia had been family friends since childhood.

Father obsessed with the mother, son obsessed with the daughtertruly cut from the same cloth!

I yelled into the phone, "Christopher, weren't you in a meeting? Why is Mia there with you?"

Before he could answer, I heard Mia's voice break. "C-Chris my heartit hurts so bad"

He gasped, "Mia!" and the line went dead.

I stared at the two naked bodies in the car. What was I supposed to do?

That night, I had let all the servants go to attend a wedding.

Now I was alone in the house.

A society lady who's never lifted a finger.How could anyone expect me to handle this?