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Nail It Down

In Nail It Down, a woman’s world shatters when her husband and mother-in-law vanish in a cliffside accident. Left pregnant and comatose, she suffers a miscarriage and total isolation. A year later, as she faces a suspicious death by poisoning, the haunting truth is revealed. Her supposedly dead relatives appear alongside Jessie Charles and a young boy, exposing a cruel scheme to discard her. This modern mystery follows a tragic betrayal where every loss was a calculated move.
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Chapter 2

"My husband and mother-in-law left just this morning. It's only been a little over two hours. How is it possible to have lost every part of them to the wolves?"

Seeing that I was persistent in searching for them, Gillian and Jessie exchanged looks at each other and left.

After a while, the police arrived, and I told them what happened. A search was launched, and about an hour later, Jessie shrieked.

Everyone gathered around and found my mother-in-law and Raymond lying behind a big rock. They were covered in blood and looked like they had stopped breathing.

Everyone helped to carry my mother-in-law and Raymond to the hospital. During the rescue, Jessie stopped me from entering the emergency room. "Family members are to wait outside the door, our doctors will do our best to save him."

Seeing that I was upset, Gillian pretended to comfort me, "Don't worry, my girl is a well-known doctor in this hospital. She will do her best."

After a while, Jessie came out crying and asked me to see them for the last time.

My mother-in-law and Raymond had already breathed their last. They were covered with white cloth and pushed out of the emergency room.

When I came closer, Jessie pulled down the white cloth and only exposed their faces. Their faces were ashen, indeed, as if they were dead.

They were really good at it. To fake death, they did not hesitate to act together with Jessie.

I would make sure their show went on till the end. Otherwise, I would make sure they were at least half dead.

I raised my hand and slapped both my mother-in-law and Raymond on the face.

I bawled, "You heartless freak! You even brought Mom with you! What am I to do now?"

As I said that, I clenched my fist and punched Raymond twice hard in the chest.

Then I ran to my mother-in-law and punched her twice.

"No, I don't believe you and Mom would just leave me like this. Wake up! Boohoo..."

I could clearly see my mother-in-law's face wrinkled slightly, even though she had received enough sedatives and anesthesia.

The doctor and Jessie on the side quickly held me as they saw me behaving this way. "They are gone. I am sorry."

I went quiet and wept.

"I would like a moment alone with my mother-in-law and Raymond, just for a while. After all, I will never see them again."

Jessie and the others hesitated but agreed to my request.

The moment they closed the morgue door, I stared at the faces of my husband and mother-in-law and then took out the needle I had prepared.

"Sharon, please have a good afterlife with Raymond. How can I be left alone to face the pain?"

As I said that, I took out a needle and pricked Raymond's fingers and toes.

One after another, I inserted ten more needles into my mother-in-law's fingers. I could feel her trembling slightly. Although she was drowsy, she still felt pain.

Then I shaved off their hair and eyebrows, done their faces up, and put on the shrouds for them. I stepped back, satisfied.

Perhaps because they were worried about what I might do, Jessie and the doctor walked in without permission after a while.

They could not hide the twitching in their faces when they saw this. I smiled and suddenly remembered something.

"Doctor, you seem to have forgotten one thing. Don't we need to embalm the body to preserve it?"

The doctor touched his nose awkwardly and quickly glanced at Jessie next to him.

Jessie sensed his signal and immediately stepped forward to hold my hand. "Cheryl, you know quite a lot. It's quite a lengthy process, but I was in a rush. I wanted you to see your mother-in-law and husband first."

I pretended to wipe away my tears and nodded. "Jessie, you are really considerate. I can't be too selfish and let my mother-in-law and husband leave in such a disgraceful way, so let's follow the formal procedures."

Just when Jessie was about to say something, I quickly added, "I want to be with them every step of the way. I'll just stay here and watch them. You can just do it here."

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