Married at First Sight (Serenity and Zachary) novel Chapter 3695

 
Married At First Sight Chapter 3695 
Married At First Sight Chapter 3695 – “Mom, no!” Kathryn screamed, trying to run over. Then, a gunshot rang out. She saw her mother’s body start to collapse. “Mom!” Kathryn rushed forward, catching her mother’s limp body just in time. The gun her mother had been holding fell to the ground. 
“Mom, Mom…” Kathryn sobbed, holding her tightly. 
Clarissa opened her eyes and looked at her daughter. She wanted to say something, but no words came out. 
In her fading vision, she saw her older and younger sisters. Her older sister stared at her, stern and serious, while her younger sister was furious. Of course they were angry—she had killed them. 
“Sister… I’m sorry…” 
Clarissa whispered her apology, calling out to her sisters. Then her eyes slowly closed, but a faint smile appeared on her lips. 
She was at peace now. She had apologized to them, finally. 
She knew she had been wrong. She should never have killed her sisters for power and influence. 
Their parents had died young, and her eldest sister had taken on the role of a mother, raising her and their younger sister through many hardships. But she had repaid that kindness with cruelty, murdering them both. 
She was a killer, the greatest sinner of the Farrell family. 
It wasn’t just her sisters—she had killed many others, too. Anyone who knew even a hint of the truth was silenced by her. 
Clarissa believed that only the dead could keep secrets. She thought no one could ever testify against her. 
But decades later, all her wrongdoings were brought to light, one by one. She had no defense, and she didn’t want one anymore. 
Her daughter once asked if she regretted killing the people closest to her. 
She did. 
Many nights, she would wake up crying from dreams of her sisters. 
But it was too late. The damage was done, and there was no undoing it. Regret wouldn’t change anything. 
All she could do was hold onto what she had sacrificed so much to get. 
Tonight, she had lost it all—the very thing she had killed so many people for. 
In the end, it was never truly hers. 
Clarissa’s hands went limp. 
“Mom, Mom!” Kathryn cried, hugging her mother’s still-warm body. Tears streamed down her face. No amount of crying or screaming could bring her back. 
Her mother had died to make amends. 
Before she passed, she called for her sister. 
She knew she had been wrong, that she had betrayed her family. If she could go back, she would never have taken that doomed path. Hearing the gunshot, everyone rushed outside. 
When they saw that Clarissa had chosen death over facing the law, they fell silent. No one spoke. 
Pedro helped Kathryn support Clarissa’s body. He didn’t say a word to comfort her, letting her cry out the pain, knowing it was the only way she could heal. 
Mr. Dunn, who had just returned to the Farrell mansion, jumped out of his car and rushed inside with his men. As he ran, he heard Kathryn’s cries. 
Suddenly, he stopped. His men stopped, too. 
“Madam is gone, and my duty is over,” Mr. Dunn murmured. 
He knelt down, bowing three times toward the house, then rose and walked away. 
His men, confused but loyal, followed him. 
Outside, Mr. Dunn got into his car alone and told the others not to follow. Then he drove off. 
The night grew deeper, but as always, after the darkest hour, the light returned. A new day began.