He Traded Our Daughter for His Mistress's Son
Language: en
New Year's Eve. The train was hijacked by armed gunmen. The lead hijacker shouted: "Whoever pays the highest ransom gets released first! The rest of you get blown to bits!" I immediately transferred 50 million, desperate to buy two lives—mine and my daughter's. But my husband, the train conductor, publicly crossed my name off the first release list to avoid suspicion. He turned to me with feigned righteousness: "I'm the conductor, you're my family. Have some dignity! Give this spot to that boy with asthma medication!" In my past life, I agreed through tears. My daughter was killed in…