My Husband Fed Our Son to tiger Just to Please His Mistress Novel – At the circus performance, I watched helplessly as my child, drugged with sleeping pills, was replaced with a mannequin.He was placed in the animal arena, where a tiger slowly devoured him, piece by piece. I begged the crowd to save my son as I knelt down, banging my head on the ground, but all I received was being cast out as a madwoman.
Later, with a severe head injury, I was rushed to the hospital by Adrian Collins. I remained unconscious for three months, and the moment I regained consciousness, I struggled to tell Adrian Collins who was responsible for my son’s death.
But what I overheard instead were his words with his secretary outside my room. “Director, is this really the right thing to do? Luke is your biological son, after all. If Mrs. Collins finds out the truth, she’ll be devastated.” “Violet got depressed because of me.
You saw how she threatened to kill herself that day with a knife. As long as she can smile every day, I’d let her do anything—even if it means sacrificing a child.” Tears streamed down my face, and I stood trembling against the wall, unable to contain my shock.
The perfect family was a lie. What I had believed to be the most precious thing in my life—the son I would die for—was, in Adrian Collins’ eyes, nothing more than a tool for relieving the stress, something disposable at any moment. … By the time Adrian Collins came to see me, I had already quietly returned to my hospital bed. “Honey, you’re awake. Luke’s death was an accident.
The staff messed up and mistook him for the mannequin when they came onto the stage. But that person has been punished, and I’ve already buried our child. Once you’re feeling better, we’ll go visit Luke together,” Adrian Collins spoke gently, feeding me medicine, a stark contrast to the cruel, cold-faced demon I had seen earlier.