02
Before Karen could even register shock, the long blade pierced her forehead.
“Go atone for your sins to my wife and daughter!”
Her blood splattered across Marvin’s face, painting him like a demon from the depths of hell
His deranged expression sent a chill down my spine, almost bringing me to tears.
More strikes followed, her face, her body until the wedding turned into utter chaos.
Levi, already frail with age, crumbled to his knees the moment he saw his daughter skewered.
“You lunatic! Somebody help, please he screamed, his voice cracking with desperation.
Marvin sneered, pulling the knife free and advancing toward Levi.
“Almost forgot about you, you sick pervert. You’re the one who truly deserves the worst kind of death!”
Without giving Levi a chance to react, Marvin swung the blade, driving it directly into Levi’s groin.
In his mind, Marvin roared, “How dare you do that to my daughter? Even rotting in hell was too merciful for you!”
This once–celebrated wedding had descended into a blood–soaked nightmare.
By the time the police finally arrived, Marvin sat calmly on the stage, his fingers gently tracing the ring I had once worn.
That ring was crafted by the two of us.
I remember how he’d hammered his hand in frustration, and I’d burned mine trying to get the design just right. It wasn’t perfect, but we had been so proud of it.
“Get him!”
The officers swarmed, but Marvin didn’t resist.
He calmly let them put the handcuffs on his wrists and walked to the patrol car.
The business mogul, now reduced to a criminal, was hauled off in disgrace.
The officer interrogating Marvin was an acquaintance: Peter Morris, the detective who had led the investigation into my daughter’s death three years ago.
Time hadn’t been kind to him; deep lines etched his face, a testament to his years.
“Marvin, what was your motive for the murders?”
Peter’s voice was sharp, but Marvin only gave a bitter laugh, his head lowered. “You’re a cop. Why don’t you go investigate?”
4:22 PM
Peter froze, knowing full well Marvin wasn’t talking about Karen or Levi.
I stood to the side, watching Peter with cold detachment, my heart filled with bitterness.
Three years ago, he had abandoned the investigation into my daughter’s death for his own personal gain.
“This is an interrogation. You’d better tell the truth!”
A younger officer, Mandy, barked, oblivious to the history between the two men.
Marvin toyed with the ring on his finger. They killed my wife and daughter.”
Mandy faltered, stunned. He immediately called for the case files to be brought in.
However, Peter stood silent, avoiding Marvin’s piercing gaze.
When Mandy left the room, Marvin smirked at Peter, his tone dripping with contempt.
“What’s wrong, Officer Morris? Aren’t you going to investigate? Oh, that’s right. You already know everything. What’s left to investigate?”
Peter pretended to know nothing and tried to maintain his composure.
“Why did you kill Karen and Levi?” he repeated.
Marvin, growing impatient, laid it all out. Levi’s death has sent their company into chaos. Now, tell me, where do you think your son is?”
Peter’s face drained of color. He bolted out of the room to make a call, his pale expression visible through the large glass window as he failed to get a response.
I glanced at Marvin, suspicion flickering in my mind.
I had been with him every step of the way these past days. When could he have had the time to make a move against Peter’s
son?
Peter returned, phone still unanswered, and stormed into the room. Without warning, he swung a fist, striking Marvin so hard
his head snapped to the side.
“Where’s my son?!”
More officers rushed in to restrain Peter, who was now a man consumed by rage.
“Ah, so you finally understand how I felt back then, huh?” Marvin’s voice was eerily calm.
Just then, Mandy returned with a stack of case files in hand. He slammed them onto the table in front of Marvin.
“Your daughter died from drowning. Your wife committed suicide. How does that become murder in your version of events?”
Both Marvin and I stared back at them, cold and unyielding, the hatred in our hearts burning like an unquenchable fire.
Because the truth was simple: my daughter’s death had been orchestrated by Karen and her family.
