
On the day my son, Noah Gray, won the Youth Olympiad Math Gold Award, my husband, Evan Gray, said he was going to throw him a huge celebration party.
But less than half an hour later, a video of Noah crying for help inside an escape room spread like wildfire through his classmates' group chat.
In the video, Noah was strapped to an Electro-Shock Chair, foaming at the mouth and convulsing violently.
His newly hired tutor, Natalie Brooks, a graduate from a top university, stood beside him coldly recording data.
She kept muttering, "Under the influence of fear, human brain capacity is about to break through its limits."
I rushed to the scene like a madwoman, but by the time I smashed the door open, my son had already been electrocuted to death...
With reddened eyes, Evan pulled me into his arms tightly.
"Lili, don't worry. I will never let that psychopath get away with this!"
But on the day of the trial, Evan, acting as the attorney on the case, suddenly withdrew the prosecution.
He looked around the courtroom with a solemn expression. "This wasn't murder. It was merely an Immersive Teaching Experiment that ended in an accident..."
I hysterically tried to rush toward the witness stand and expose the truth.
But Evan presented my Bipolar Disorder diagnosis in court and applied for mandatory psychiatric treatment on my behalf.
Overnight, every piece of video evidence online was erased through technical manipulation.
I was tied to a bed in Serenity Hills and subjected to endless abuse and humiliation.
Three days later, Evan and Natalie came to see me together.
"Lillian, as long as you keep your mouth shut and stop appealing the case, you will still be Mrs. Gray. Otherwise, you can rot here and fend for yourself."
I silently closed my eyes, refusing to let my tears fall. I never imagined that the man I had loved with all my heart was actually a demon wearing human skin...

