After My Husband Killed Our Sextuplets

On our sextuplets’ birthday, I invited my husband to join the kids on a camping trip to the countryside. Unexpectedly, I disrupted his plans to accompany his first love, Celine Pane, to a prenatal check-up.

He flew into a rage and sent the children to a deserted island as punishment. When I found out, I knelt in the freezing wind and snow at the villa gates, begging, “They’re only six years old! Please, I’m begging you, spare our children! That island is desolate, full of wild beasts and venomous snakes. It’s so dangerous. They’ll die out there!