As New York’s most notorious madwoman, I died. The entire city of New York celebrated my death with jubilation, even setting off fireworks for half a month straight. All of this was because I had squandered my husband Benjamin Kingsley’s Christmas savings, pushed him from a high-rise building, leaving him permanently disabled and requiring long-term treatment in Switzerland. My stepsister Olivia Parker miscarried three times because of me. I placed her only child under car wheels and crushed it repeatedly, then mailed the remains to her house, frightening her into a heart condition. American media condemned my extreme behavior, and millions of citizens took to the streets, begging the government to leave my corpse exposed in the wilderness. [This she-devil doesn’t deserve a proper burial. She should be devoured by wild wolves!] The incident shocked the entire nation, prompting the federal government to activate a classified policy—publicly reading my memories. Benjamin even returned to America specifically for this event. Having lost one leg, he sat in the victims’ section alongside Olivia. Reporters surrounded him, asking: “Mr. Kingsley, surely you no longer have feelings for her. Do you agree to the public reading of her memories?” To everyone’s surprise, Benjamin lowered his gaze and paused for a long moment before saying: “She committed so many evil acts, punishment is deserved. I agree to read Charlotte’s memories.” But when everyone saw my memories from life, they were all shocked. ***** The courtroom lights were blindingly harsh. My corpse lay in the center, with a massive projection overhead preparing to broadcast my life memories to the entire nation. “Charlotte Adams, New York’s most vicious woman. Today, we will completely expose this madwoman’s true motives.” The director’s cold voice echoed through the courtroom, followed by murmurs from the gallery. My gaze slowly swept across the crowd, finally settling on the “victims’” section. Benjamin sat there in a suit, his disability not diminishing his composed demeanor. When the camera focused on him, he lowered his eyes slightly and said painfully: “I agree to expose Charlotte’s crimes. This isn’t just for me, but for everyone she’s hurt.” Meanwhile, Olivia gently touched her chest, looking as if she might break into tears. Benjamin tenderly took her hand. Under the lights, they looked perfectly matched. Live stream comments read: [Mr. Kingsley and Ms. Olivia Parker make such a great couple. I think they should get married.] [Don’t you know? Charlotte stole Ms. Olivia Parker’s engagement and shamelessly married Benjamin herself.] [That lunatic ruined both their lives. Charlotte, go to hell!] My soul floated before the two of them, watching their intimate display with nothing but disgust. The screen began to flicker. “Now beginning official memory reading.” In the footage, twenty-year-old me sat in Carnegie Hall, playing Chopin’s “Nocturne.” Gentle light enveloped me. I wore a serene smile, completely different from the “madwoman” they described. Whispers occasionally arose from the surroundings. “This has to be fake, right? How could Charlotte be so gentle? Didn’t rumors say she’d been violent since childhood?” “You don’t understand. This is just an act. Charlotte is very good at pretending.” I watched my former gentle self on screen, feeling heartbroken. Back then, I was New York’s brightest jewel and a renowned pianist. But after marrying Benjamin, I stopped performing, handing my brilliant future over to others. After the performance ended, a handsome young man walked onto the stage carrying flowers. “Ms. Parker, I’m Benjamin Kingsley, your devoted fan.” Benjamin’s eyes then were full of sincere adoration, completely different from the cold man in today’s courtroom. He followed my piano tour for half a year, from France to Italy. Naturally, I fell in love with him. Benjamin in his wheelchair blinked and clenched his fists. Questioning voices arose from the audience. “Didn’t rumors say Charlotte stole Ms. Olivia Parker’s engagement? This looks like Benjamin actively pursued Charlotte?” Seeing this, Olivia stood up and said urgently: “Judge Williams, please skip to the key memories. Charlotte caused me to miscarry three times. Those memories can’t be faked.” I quietly watched her impatient manner, feeling cold inside. This stepsister who lived with me for eighteen years was now the loudest voice calling for my judgment. Judge Nicole Williams nodded. The footage suddenly switched to several years later. Olivia lay weakly in bed, carefully accepting the medicine I handed her. “Olivia, you’ve been frail lately. Drink this medicine.” She nodded and took just one sip before vomiting blood violently. Finally, the footage froze on Olivia’s incredulous face. She screamed at me: “Charlotte, why did you hurt me? Just because you can’t have children, you had to kill mine?”
My gaze slowly shifted from the glaring screen to Olivia’s face. She was covering her face, sobbing uncontrollably. Benjamin held her tenderly in his arms, gently patting her back to comfort her. The gallery erupted in angry curses, with people continuously hurling trash toward my corpse. “The evidence is clear! This vicious woman deserves to burn in hell!” My soul couldn’t help but tremble. I clenched my fists tightly. The footage continued playing. Olivia gripped my wrist tightly, tears streaming down her face. “Charlotte, this is the second time. What have I done wrong that you would treat my child this way…” Before I could react, the door was violently pushed open. Benjamin stood in the doorway, taking in Olivia’s pale face and the blood covering the floor, his gaze finally settling on me. He strode forward, pushed me to the ground, and roared: “Charlotte! Just because you can’t have children, you want to make Olivia suffer the same fate?” I was speechless, only able to watch as he picked up Olivia and left. I couldn’t help but shed tears. Once upon a time, Benjamin and I had a child too. When I first found out I was pregnant, Olivia specially brought me premium nutritional supplements to show her blessing. But shortly after taking these supplements, I experienced excruciating abdominal pain and was rushed to the hospital. When I woke up, the doctor announced that I had uterine tumors. The doctor had no choice but to remove my uterus along with the fetus. At that time, Benjamin was so heartbroken he nearly cried, holding me tightly and comforting me: “It doesn’t matter if we don’t have children. Charlotte, I just need you to be healthy.” But within half a year, he brought pregnant Olivia home to care for her attentively. Olivia bossed me around daily, as if she were the mistress of the house. Initially, I suggested sending Olivia back to her own home, but Benjamin coldly said: “You’ve lost your uterus, and Olivia is your stepsister. Her child will be our child from now on. Can’t you be more generous?” The footage paused. The courtroom erupted in cheers. “Charlotte deserved it! A vicious woman who harms others doesn’t deserve to be a mother!” “Even if Charlotte’s marriage-stealing is fake, the fact that she caused Olivia’s miscarriage is real, right? Charlotte’s death is the greatest contribution!” The curses from the audience rose and fell. Olivia leaned against Benjamin’s embrace, her eyes showing a hint of smugness. Nicole struck the gavel, saying sternly: “Silence! There’s still a missing segment of Charlotte’s memory to be shown.” The screen displayed footage again, showing me carefully preparing soup for pregnant Olivia. But just as I reached the door with the soup, I overheard her conversation with her personal maid. “Miss Olivia, the doctor we bribed has already relocated to Switzerland. Even if Charlotte wants to investigate, she won’t be able to find out that her uterus was deliberately removed.” Olivia said: “Good, now she’s just a useless woman. Once I give birth to a boy, I’ll be Mrs. Kingsley.” The maid said: “But you’re carrying another girl this time, I’m afraid…” Olivia chuckled dismissively: “That fool is about to bring me soup. I just need to frame her for the miscarriage like the previous two times. This way, Benjamin will pity me even more.” The footage froze. In the courtroom, both Benjamin and Olivia’s faces turned pale with panic.
Benjamin whirled around to face Olivia in shock, demanding loudly, “Olivia, have you been lying to me this whole time?” Olivia’s face went ashen, unable to speak for what felt like an eternity. Someone in the gallery shouted, “Mr. Kingsley has a vast fortune. Ms. Olivia Parker just wanted to give him a son who could inherit the family business. What’s wrong with that?” “Exactly! Even though Charlotte losing her child is pitiful, this is her karma for breaking up Mr. Kingsley and Ms. Olivia Parker!” Olivia immediately seized the moment, tears welling in her eyes as she grabbed Benjamin’s hand. “Benjamin, you’ve been married to Charlotte for so many years without having a single child. I was just afraid people would mock you, so I wanted to have a child for you in Charlotte’s place.” Benjamin remained silent, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. Seeing this, Olivia hurriedly continued, “Besides, Charlotte’s crimes don’t stop there. Have you forgotten how she squandered all the trust fund money you’d saved up over the years? “You were rushing to provide hurricane disaster relief, so you gave Charlotte your bank card to help purchase supplies. Instead, she took the money and lost it all in the stock market, causing the deaths of so many disaster victims.” The courtroom erupted in angry shouts. “I remember Mr. Kingsley was reported for donation fraud back then and got severely criticized. So it was Charlotte who did it?” “She dared to squander disaster relief money! Charlotte is truly greedy and vicious! Doesn’t she know that was life-saving money for so many people?” The audience cursed angrily, hurling countless pieces of trash at my corpse. The white sheet covering my body shifted, revealing my withered fingers. I felt my heart breaking and couldn’t catch my breath. Benjamin recalled the past, his expression returning to cold disgust. “Judge Williams, please continue.” The screen quickly switched. In the footage, I was being dragged up a mountain by several bodyguards. They locked me in a run-down villa. I desperately pounded on the door, screaming hoarsely, “Let me out! I need to purchase disaster relief supplies! Benjamin is waiting for me!” “Mrs. Kingsley, your mental illness is acting up again. Ms. Olivia Parker ordered us to confine you for two weeks.” I stared wide-eyed as they walked away, then could only sink down against the wall in despair. A few days earlier, on my birthday, Benjamin had come to my room. I was curled up by the bed, clutching a yellowed wedding photo in my hands. He seemed somewhat moved and handed me a bank card. “Charlotte, I can’t attend your birthday party tonight. I need to go to the disaster area. Time is urgent, so please help me purchase the relief supplies. “Even though you’ve been confused these past years, you’re still my wife. I believe in your abilities.” Olivia had overheard his words. That night, she deliberately released a dog to scare me at the birthday party, causing me to fall into the pool. I was soaked through, shivering from the cold. But she rolled up her sleeves crying, revealing fresh red scratches, and accused me in front of everyone: “Charlotte, it’s bad enough that you bully me every day using your status as Mrs. Kingsley, but now you’re even bullying a dog!” I couldn’t defend myself. She forced me to kneel on the ground and apologize to the dog. My humiliating appearance was photographed by the media, and my scandal was discussed online for three days and nights. Ever since I discovered the truth about Olivia causing my miscarriage, she not only tortured me in new ways every day but also played the victim in front of everyone. Over the years, whenever Olivia was unhappy, Benjamin would imprison me without question in the suburban villa, despite my severe claustrophobia. Years of physical and mental torture caused me to hallucinate from time to time, thinking everyone was trying to frame me. I developed severe depression because of this, but they all thought I was crazy. Even when I repeatedly told Benjamin the truth about Olivia framing me, he dismissed it as my delusion. I thought we might still have a chance to repair our relationship, but I was too naive. The villa was cold and damp. I curled up hugging myself when I heard knocking at the door. “Charlotte, why are you locked up? Are you okay?” Hearing my mother Lily’s voice, I burst into tears. Ever since I married Benjamin against their advice, my parents had completely cut ties with me. I never expected that in my most vulnerable and helpless moment, it would be my family who found me first. I wiped away my tears and desperately stood on my tiptoes to show my face through the window. “Mom, I’m fine. Benjamin is still waiting for me. Can you help me with something?” Even though I was imprisoned, I couldn’t let those disaster victims suffer. I entrusted Benjamin’s request and the black card to Lily, and she hurried away. When my three-day confinement ended, I was met with Benjamin’s utterly disappointed gaze. “Charlotte, I trusted you so much. How could you take all the disaster relief money I prepared and spend it on luxury goods? That was half my life’s savings!”
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