Tragedy Strikes a Family Amid Neglect and Infidelity

I always longed for a son to continue the family line—my father had four brothers, and as the head of the family, I felt the weight of tradition. But my first three children were daughters, and the village whispers stung: “That house must have heavy karma, no son to follow…” My wife bore the insults silently, even through weak health.

Finally, the fourth child was a boy. At first, joy overwhelmed me, but as he grew, his pale skin, narrow eyes, and unusual features made me doubt him. My anger spilled over in sarcastic remarks, hurting my wife and silencing my eldest daughter.

I fled with a younger lover, dreaming of a new life. A week later, I returned intending to divorce, only to find devastation. My wife had taken sleeping pills, leaving a final note expressing sorrow and love for her children.

Her death shattered me. My daughters’ cries pierced my heart, and my mistress vanished into the night. The cost of neglect, doubt, and betrayal became painfully clear.