After My Father-in-Law’s Body Was Stolen, I Divorced — Novel

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In a world where betrayal cuts deeper than blood, Chris grapples with a bitter truth: his father-in-law’s death was just the beginning of a nightmare. After a tragic accident, his wife Susan, a once-idealistic lawyer, reveals a chilling side that leaves him questioning everything he thought he knew about love and loyalty. As accusations swirl and Susan defends the very man responsible for the tragedy, Chris finds himself ensnared in a web of lies and moral decay.

How far will Susan go to protect her interests, and at what cost to her marriage? With a body stolen and a reputation tarnished, Chris must confront the woman he once adored, now unrecognizable in her ruthless pursuit of justice—or is it revenge? As tensions escalate, the line between right and wrong blurs, leaving Chris to wonder if he ever truly knew the woman he married.

In this gripping tale of love, loss, and betrayal, can Chris reclaim his life while navigating a labyrinth of deceit? Or will he succumb to the darkness that threatens to consume them both?

After My Father-in-Law’s Body Was Stolen, I DivorcedChapter 1

My father-in-law was killed by my wife’s male assistant, who ran a red light, but he was ultimately convicted of fraud.

I sued three times, and lost each time.

Just as I was about to appeal for the fourth time, I discovered that my father-in-law’s body had been stolen.

I was about to call the police when my lawyer wife, Susan, suddenly approached me and threw twenty thousand dollars at me:

“You should know that I, Susan, have never lost a case. Even if you have more evidence, your father won’t win this case.”

“I said your father committed fraud, and that’s all he did. You keep appealing just to get more compensation. I’ve already had your father’s body sold on the black market. Twenty thousand in total, so he deserved the best for his life.”

“Stop harassing Michael. They’re being merciful by not asking you to pay for the car repairs.”

I was wondering why Susan kept defending the perpetrator. It turned out she always thought it was my father who was killed. I pushed the money toward her:

“You should keep it. I’m not entitled to it.”

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Susan, assuming I disagreed, suddenly raised her voice: