After burying her only daughter and son-in-law one day, a wealthy mother found something horrifying a month later 
Rising over the well-kept yard, the snow-white mansion appeared deserted and dead. No longer her daughter’s laughing, her son-in-law’s upbeat voice, the scent of coffee in the morning, or the sound of footfall on the marble staircase.
Now there was a thick, oppressive silence that reminded the mistress of the house that the most important item in her life was no longer there.
For the first time in many years, the woman, who had a huge wealth and was used to glitzy nights and boisterous events, felt helpless and alone.
The only light in that house had been her daughter. There was genuine love in her marriage to a poor, unassuming man. The mom tolerated the social gap because she only cared about her daughter’s happiness.
One year following the wedding, the unimaginable occurred.
The quiet was broken by a phone call in the middle of the night. catastrophic news was conveyed by a chilly voice: a catastrophic car accident had occurred. The car flew off the road, flipped over, and caught fire while it was driving down the interstate. The son-in-law and daughter did not make it out alive.
Unable to comprehend what she had just heard, the woman fell to the floor of the mansion’s hall.
Hours of utter agony ensued during the funeral. She appeared to be dying with her children as she stood next to the white coffins. Everything around her had become meaningless.
After that, every day was agony. She saw her daughter’s face, heard her voice, and saw her smile when she closed her eyes, but suddenly everything vanished, leaving behind a picture of twisted metal debris.
She closed the house to strangers and ceased entertaining. She grieved through countless nights in her bedroom, held her daughter’s possessions, and strolled through the rooms. The money that used to give her a sense of power was now a pointless burden. She would have sacrificed everything to reunite with her daughter.
However, something terrible occurred a month later.
The woman saw activity on her daughter’s account one morning while she was looking at her bank reports. She initially believed that the card should have been blocked because of a system issue. However, it occurred once more the following day: minor withdrawals from several locations.
Her heart fell. She made the decision to verify everything on her own. She went to the bank first. “Yes, the card is active,” was the sardonic response she received there. The cardholder is the one making the transactions. She was hit like a hammer by these remarks. However, how? Her daughter had passed away!
The woman started looking into it on her own. She engaged a private investigator. Then the truth came to light, a revelation that left her speechless.
It was a meticulously orchestrated crash. The bodies that were purportedly discovered in the vehicle had never been correctly identified.
Everything was a show, planned by her daughter’s husband.
Even more horrifying was the cause: years of debt, gambling, and interactions with dangerous individuals. He had come up with a scheme to pretend they were dead, go missing, and get his wife’s money.
The woman’s anguish changed to cold hatred as she discovered the truth.
She became aware that she had lost her daughter twice: once in a physical way and again in a moral one. The man she trusted with her child’s happiness turned out to be a traitor who would stop at nothing to get money.
