He had built his brand on discipline and compassion, preaching health and positivity while his private life quietly collapsed. When Iris filed for divorce, the image he worshipped more than his own family began to crumble. Prosecutors say that’s when the planning started: obsessive searches for weapons, acids, silencers, even other Christmas family massacres. Behind the smiling videos and carols with his son, a different Christmas was being scripted.

On that December afternoon, neighbors watched Iris run for her life and fall under a hail of bullets. Inside the apartment, their children were already doomed. Police begged, negotiated, hoped. He lied, stalled, threatened, then finally admitted what he’d done. Nearly eight years later, a jury put words to the horror: three counts of first-degree murder, dozens more for the terror he unleashed. The verdict cannot restore what was lost, but it ends the performance forever.