Three Years Dead, His Regret — Novel

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Three years have passed since Emily Carter’s tragic disappearance, but the storm that ravaged the university athletic field has unearthed more than just mud and debris—it has revealed a buried secret that could shatter lives. As whispers of scandal ripple through the campus, Emily's remains are found, twisting the narrative of her fate into a chilling mystery. Who would go so far to silence her, and why?

Caught in a web of deceit, her former fiancé, Daniel Brooks, is now entangled with Vanessa Miller, the president's daughter and the woman whose ambitions drove them both to betrayal. As the police investigate, Daniel is forced to confront the shadows of his past, where loyalty clashes with guilt. With each revelation, the facade of their perfect life begins to crack. Can he escape the sins of his choices, or will the truth demand retribution?

The dead no longer feel pain, but Emily’s spirit lingers, unwilling to let her story fade away. As her presence looms larger, the question hangs in the air: who will pay for the crimes buried beneath the surface? In a world where love can turn lethal, the line between innocence and guilt blurs, and the quest for justice may come at a devastating cost.

Three Years Dead, His RegretChapter 1

A torrential storm destroyed the university athletic track, exposing the body that had been buried beneath the field for three long years.

The remains—rotting flesh and bones—were ghastly and terrifying.

Back then, the daughter of the university president plagiarized my thesis.

When I tried to report her, I was brutally murdered in the President’s Office.

They secretly buried me under the athletic field and lied to the world, claiming I had shamelessly tried to seduce the president for tenure promotion.

When I was “rejected,” I supposedly left in humiliation, never to be heard from again.

They masked my death with the word “disappearance.”

Because of this lie, I carried the infamy of a disgraceful woman, spat on by everyone.

My fiancé even married the president’s daughter, embracing the killer day and night.

Whenever he thought of me, he would only curse bitterly:

“Shameless whore!”

Now, with my remains unearthed, the sins buried by time could no longer be hidden.

“Ah! A body!”

A terrified scream shattered the silence of campus.

In an instant, nearly a thousand people crowded around the shattered track.

Hovering above, I quietly stared at my own corpse.