The news about Zhang's Bun Shop selling human flesh buns spread like wildfire in the small county town and even caused a nationwide sensation.

For a while, the hospital was overcrowded with people queuing up for gastric lavage.

The streets were occasionally stained with nauseating vomit.

In the back kitchen of the bun shop, the police discovered a cellar containing 11 human skeletons.

Due to the severity of the case, the in-laws and husband, Zhang Yi, were sentenced to death.

Their villa, several luxury cars, and multiple properties were seized and auctioned by the court to compensate the victims.

Through DNA testing, it was confirmed that among the remains was indeed the missing son of the plump, dark-skinned aunt. On the TV news, she wept nearly to the point of fainting.

I lost my place to live and had to return to my parents' home with a large bundle of belongings.

As soon as I walked in the door, my sister-in-law came up to tear into me: "You jinx! You still have the nerve to come back? You've ruined your own family, and now you want to ruin ours."

Apparently, when the court traced the Zhang family's assets, the old man confessed to giving over 400,000 yuan to buy a house for my brother in town and a hundred thousand as down payment for a house in Shenzhen for my nephew.

My sister-in-law threw a tantrum on the floor, and I along with my parents were kicked out by her.

My parents carried my luggage, and we ended up renting a place back in town.

Five months later, I gave birth to a rosy-cheeked baby girl at the hospital. My mother said her eyebrows and eyes bore a strong resemblance to mine.

As I stared at the sweetly sleeping baby in her swaddle, I couldn't help but sigh:

It was I who sent her father, grandparents, to meet their deaths, causing my daughter to lose her family and fatherly love.

It was I who destroyed her materially privileged environment, leading her to a life of constant instability.

It was I who tore off their cloak of wickedness, causing my daughter to be the subject of gossip and criticism.

But, I wasn't wrong. I lived up to my conscience.