Chapter 1: The Saddest Christmas Eve
The grand living room of the Wilson mansion felt heavy and uncomfortable, even with the Christmas lights sparkling everywhere.
Pine garlands and red ribbons decorated the mantel, and the smell of cinnamon and cloves drifted from the untouched mugs of mulled wine on the table.
A Christmas tree in the corner, decorated with gold and silver ornaments, cast soft shadows on the guests' faces.
But no one seemed to notice the festive atmosphere.
All eyes were on Chantelle as she stood quietly, facing Daniel's dark expression.
The warmth from the crackling fire didn't ease the tension, and it seemed darker than it should have been on Christmas Eve.
"Chantelle Bently, you're a murderer! Why are you still alive? You should have been the one to die!"
Daniel shoved her away with anger, his face as dark and empty as the black suit he wore.
Chantelle was caught off guard and lost her balance, falling hard onto her pregnant belly.
The pain was unbearable, and she cried out as her body trembled.
Blood began to drip onto the ground.